The Faded Apartment

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being dragged down by the weight of the city itself, a gray, sludge-like curtain that smeared the windows of the fourth-floor walkup where Elias Thorne sat with his back against the radiator, his service pistol resting on his knee like a sleeping dog. He was not looking at the door, though he knew the door was the only thing that mattered. He was...

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