The Faded Apartment

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The bell above the door did not ring; it sighed, a dry, papery exhalation that signaled the arrival of another soul seeking refuge from the creeping fog. Elias Vane did not look up from his ledger. His quill scratched against the parchment, the sound a sharp counterpoint to the silence of the scriptorium, a silence that was less an absence of sound than a presence, thick and velvet-draped. He...

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