The Faded Apartment
The sheriff’s car pulled up to the curb with a screech that seemed to strip the paint from the wheels, and Deputy Miller stepped out, his face flushed with the kind of anger that comes from being summoned at an hour when the only thing working is the refrigerator. "Elias, get out of there," he said, his voice thinning as he crossed the street, the gravel crunching under his boots like dry...
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