The Faded Apartment
Chapter One "Do you hear that?" Bridget Lenehan asked, her breath pluming in the cold draft that cut through the floorboards. The fog outside was thick enough to taste, a damp wool that muffled the distant, answering bark of the town dog against the foghorn. She stood in the center of her sister Maeve’s apartment, a cramped box of dust and silence that had been untouched for four years. The...
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