The Faded Apartment
Act I "You can see the fault in the joists from here, Grietje," the ferryman said, not looking up from his ledger. "But the permit is yours to sign, or the debt stays with you." The smell of wet rot and diesel oil hit Grietje Bakker before the sight of the building did. She stepped off the ferry, her boots sinking into the sludge of the dock, the rain already a physical weight against her coat....
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