The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps of a world that no longer believed in them. Inside the stone house on the hill, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow. Elias stood by the window, his...
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