The Faded Apartment

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The air in the crypt did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place where the bones of the old and the forgotten lay stacked like cordwood, but rather of wet chalk and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to be swallowed. He stood before the iron gate, his gauntleted hand resting on the cold latch, his breath...

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