The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the air into a thick, suffocating soup that tasted of iron and rot, and Thomas Bradshaw walked through it with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose knees had begun to remember every blow he had ever taken in the service of the crown, his armor clinking softly against his...

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