The Faded Apartment
Chapter One I sat in the holding cell, my hand resting on the cold metal table, the tremor in my fingers a physical fact that I could no longer ignore. It had been three hours since I surrendered my badge, and the silence in the room was so heavy it felt like a weight pressing against my sternum. I thought about the dampness of Ravi’s wool coat, how it had spread across the scanner like a stain...
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