The Faded Apartment
Clifford Cavett’s hands were shaking as he gripped the edge of the metal desk, the cold biting into his palms where the skin had already gone white and numb from the sixty-degree draft that refused to break. He was thirty-four, an actuary at a firm that smelled of stale coffee and despair, and he needed the promotion to pay off the SBA loan his father had left behind, a debt that now hung over...
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