The Faded Apartment

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I. The sound of a lock turning is the only honest noise in a house that has forgotten how to breathe. I remember the smell before I remembered the face, a thick, caramelized sweetness of burnt sugar that clung to the back of my throat like a second tongue. It was the night shift, the one that pays the arrears on the bridge toll, and I was standing in the hallway of the empty apartment on...

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