The Faded Apartment

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The floor sander was heavier than I remembered, the motor whining a low, persistent note that vibrated up through the soles of my work boots and into the bones of my shins. "You’re missing the edge, Arthur," I muttered to the machine, adjusting the angle of the blade against the worn oak. "You’re missing the edge, Arthur." The phrase hung in the dust-choked air, a bureaucratic echo of the...

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