The Faded Apartment
The train slowed as it approached the station, the rhythm of the wheels shifting from a steady clatter to a heavy, grinding moan. I sat by the window, my reflection ghostly against the darkening glass, superimposed over the passing fields that were already losing their color to the early autumn frost. Beside me, in the seat I had paid for, sat an empty space. Or rather, it was occupied by a...
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