The Faded Apartment
The black substance oozed from the corner where the ceiling met the wall, a thick, viscous drip that landed on the linoleum with a sound like a wet finger pressing into soft clay. Elias Thorne watched it spread, his hand hovering over the spot as if he could wipe it away with a cloth, though he knew the mold was not dirt but something deeper, a physical manifestation of the debt that had been...
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