The Faded Apartment
The key was heavier than Julian expected—brass, oxidised to a green-grey patina that stained his thumb when he turned it. It had arrived three days ago, in a manila envelope with no return address, just his name handwritten in a trembling hand: *Julian Voss, 14 Pemberton Road.. He lived in a flat in Islington now, on the fourth floor of a converted Victorian terrace that groaned every time the...
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