The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick, black mirrors reflecting nothing but the bruised sky. In the basement of the Municipal Archive, where the air smelled of wet wool and decaying paper, Elara Vane sat alone with her hands buried in a box of water-damaged ledgers. She was not a ghost, not in the way the locals...
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