The Faded Apartment

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The rain was hitting the window with a heavy, rhythmic thud, the kind of cold that seeps into the joints and stays there, when I heard my name called from the hallway. It wasn’t a shout, but a sharp, procedural bark, the kind of sound that cuts through the damp air of the apartment and demands an immediate accounting of one’s presence. I froze, the coffee mug still warm in my hand, the steam...

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