The Faded Apartment
The rain fell in thin, cold sheets against the glass of the fourth-floor window, blurring the streetlights into smeared halos of amber and grey. You stood on the wet pavement, your school shoes soaked through, clutching a key that felt heavier than it had that morning. Your father, Arthur, had been gone for three days. The police had called it a disappearance, a vague term that offered no...
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