Apocalypses | a short story
Apocalypses | a short story
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I lie on the bed and watch the light come in through the window, illuminating the frame’s wooden layers and slowly outlining the contents of the room. Outside, the variegated brown bricks of the building opposite my window slowly come into focus, and I think of the possibility that the occupants of the apartment facing us might be in the very same position we are in, watching the sun give its…
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