The Faded Apartment

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The air in the chamber did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet slate. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, metallic and sharp. Silas Thorne adjusted the collar of his tunic, a garment of woven grey fiber that felt less like cloth and more like a second skin. He was a Technician of the Third Order, a title that carried no weight in the world he had known before this...

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