The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the inside of the stone keep and the chaotic world outside, forcing us into a suffocating intimacy with the dampness of the walls and the smell of wet wool and old parchment that permeated every corner of my cell. I sat on the straw mattress, my hands resting on my knees, watching the water...
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