It was so cold, so much colder than the rest of the building. The walls were nearly bare, a fact highlighted by the few things actually hanging on the walls. A lackluster collage of childhood interests, memories left behind.
Why was it so cold?
The big window, almost taking up an entire wall. Blinds drawn. Dim light trickled through enough to show a small, neatly made bed. The floor was empty, save for an old recliner stored in two pieces in the corner and a box. A box full of pictures attesting that this place was once warmed by life.
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