The Faded Apartment
Clara. The name hung in the air of the hallway, sharp and brittle, like a pane of glass about to shatter under the weight of a fist. You turned from the stairs, your twelve-year-old frame stiff with the accumulated tension of the week, and faced your older sister. She stood in the doorway of the study, her arms crossed over the thin wool of her cardigan, blocking the path to the room where the...
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