The Faded Apartment
The black water seeped under the door of my office at the Meridian Insurance Exchange before the janitor had finished sweeping the lobby, a viscous, ozone-scented sludge that coated the parquet floor in a film that reflected the gaslight with a sickly, oily sheen. I stood in the doorway, my hand still on the brass handle, watching the liquid creep toward the base of my desk, where the...
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