The Faded Apartment
The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of Ashwick, a rhythmic, metallic chattering that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s left knee, a joint that had long since betrayed him to the damp and the cold, leaving it a jagged, grinding mechanism of pain that served as a constant, tactile reminder of his own physical obsolescence. He sat in the corner of the hired...
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