The Faded Apartment
The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place abandoned by time. It smelled of iron and old blood. "You have come for the ledger," the voice said. It did not come from a mouth. It vibrated in the marrow of Elias’s teeth. Elias adjusted his spectacles. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb fracture across the right lens that distorted the world into a...
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