The Faded Apartment
The letter from the Mutual Assurance Company lay on the kitchen table, its cream-colored paper stained with the grease of a burnt toast that Arthur had tried to eat and failed. He read it three times, his eyes tracing the crisp, bureaucratic font that promised him nothing but the finality of a signature. The rain lashed against the single pane of glass in the window, a relentless, industrial...
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