The Faded Apartment
The frost on the windowpane had formed a lattice of intricate ice ferns, a delicate, frozen geometry that mirrored the brittle architecture of the walls surrounding him. Silas stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking softly with the tension of a man holding himself together by sheer force of will. The air in the estate was thick,...
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