The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, mirrored void. I sat at my desk in the basement office of the Magistrate’s House, the dampness seeping through the floorboards and into my knees, a cold that felt less like a temperature and more like a presence. My hands, usually steady enough to transcribe the daily...
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