The Faded Apartment
You stand in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old wood, a smell that has settled into the very grain of the floorboards over the last forty years. The light from the single, high window is pale and diffuse, stripping the world of its shadows and leaving only a flat, washed-out reality. You are wearing the uniform of the Order, the heavy wool scratch...
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