The Faded Apartment
The fog lay heavy on the harbor, a physical weight that held the cargo ships in a state of suspended animation, their engines idling with a low, persistent hum that vibrated in the chest of anyone standing on the dock. It was the kind of stillness that preceded a reckoning, the air heavy with brine and coal smoke, and I stood at the edge of the pier watching the water churn against the pilings,...
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