The Wistful Skyline
The rent is due on the first, Elias, and you are bleeding flour into the sink. Silas, the man who lived in 4B, stood in the doorway of your kitchen, his arms crossed over a chest that had once been broad but was now hollowed out by time and cheap cigarettes. He looked at the bucket of water, now the color of weak tea, and then at you. You were forty-two, though you felt older, your hands...
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