The Faded Apartment
The glass cut into Elias’s thumb as he unscrewed the cap, a sharp, bright sting that grounded him in the dim apartment. He poured a measure of the cheap rye, the amber liquid catching the weak light from the streetlamp outside, and drank it in one long pull. The burn settled in his chest, a familiar heat that did little to warm the drafty room where the paint was peeling in long, dry strips. He...
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