The Faded Apartment
Chapter One Budi Pratama’s knee buckled under the weight of the champagne flute, the glass shattering against the marble floor with a sound that cut through the jazz band’s rendition of a Malay pop standard, and he did not fall because his hand shot out to catch the edge of the heavy oak table, his fingers digging into the varnish until the skin whitened. The pain was a sharp, hot wire pulled...
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