The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of mud and slate. You stood at the end of the long, dim corridor, your boots heavy with the weight of the wet stone, the leather creaking softly as you shifted your weight. The air smelled of damp wool, old parchment, and the metallic tang of the iron gates that barred...
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