The Faded Apartment

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Your right hand is already black to the wrist when you notice the stain has crossed the bridge of your knuckles, a dark, wet smear that defies the lye soap and the pumice stone you have been scrubbing for the last twenty minutes. The water in the basin is cold, biting into the raw skin of your palms, and the steam rising from the tap hangs in the air of the study like a ghost that refuses to...

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