The Faded Apartment

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The brass key was cold in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of turning, and I held it up against the mist that clung to the village of Oakhaven like a wet wool scarf. I was thirty-two, and I had come here with a single, crushing purpose: to sell the house my husband Thomas had left behind, to liquidate the equity into the medical fund for my daughter, Clara, whose lungs were failing in a...

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