The Faded Apartment
I The light in the Faded Apartment was the color of old tea, thin and brown, filtering through the warped glass of the single window. I sat on the floor, my back against the cold plaster, and watched the shadows detach themselves from the corners. They did not move like smoke; they moved like water finding the lowest point in a basin, pooling around my boots, my knees, the hem of my uniform. I...
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