The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the windowpane of my office sounded like a slow, rhythmic hammering, a sound that had long since ceased to be mere weather and become a physical pressure against my skull. I stood before the desk, the wood warped by the damp, watching a thin, copper-scented moisture bead on the plaster wall and trace a dark, viscous path down toward the baseboards. It was not water; it was...

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