The Faded Apartment
The eviction notice was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper, stamped with the municipal seal in red ink that looked less like pigment and more like a dried wound. Elias Thorne held it at arm’s length, his fingers stained with the black grease of the foundation bolts, and read the deadline again: 6:00 AM, the following morning. He did not crumple the paper. He did not tear it. He folded...
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