The Faded Apartment

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The glass bird shivered on the velvet cushion, its wings fused by a crack that ran from beak to tail like a river of frozen lightning. "Is it broken?" asked the boy, his voice a small, sharp thing in the vast, echoing hall. "It is damaged," said Alderman Silas Thorne, not looking up from his ledger. "There is a difference, Master Elias. A broken thing is useless. A damaged thing is merely......

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