The Faded Apartment
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a sound that was less a mechanical release and more like a long, exhausted sigh from the earth itself, settling the dust of the journey into the hollows of the platform where Thomas Bradshaw stood with his leather case clutched to his chest, feeling the weight of his own history pressing against his ribs. He was a man of few words and many...
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