The Faded Apartment
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its ink still wet, a black smear against the cream paper. Arthur Vane read the clause regarding the lease term three times, his finger tracing the jagged line of the signature, but the words did not change. He was to remain in the apartment until the debt was settled, a debt that had no number, only a weight. The smell of burnt sugar hung in the air, faint...
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