The Faded Apartment

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The sleet had been falling for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the gaslight in fractured shards. I remember the sound of the shipyard’s last whistle, a sharp, metallic cry that cut through the damp air and signaled the end of the shift for the men who worked the rails, though for me, it marked the beginning of a debt I could not...

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