The Faded Apartment
The air inside the studio was thick with the dust of centuries, a suspended particulate that caught the weak afternoon light filtering through the single, high-set window, creating a slow, golden drift that seemed to move in defiance of gravity. Professor Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, a structure of dark oak that had absorbed the sweat and silence of generations of scholars before him, and...
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