The Faded Apartment
The rain against the window of the fourth-floor walkup did not sound like water. It sounded like static, a low, buzzing hum that seemed to emanate from the very plaster of the walls, vibrating through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias’s feet. He stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the droplets slide down the glass in long, distorted trails. The...
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