The Faded Apartment
The rain in Millhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the High Street into mirrors that reflected a sky the color of bruised slate. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, his collar turned up against the damp chill that seemed to seep through the wool of his coat and settle in his bones. He was a clerk of the minor variety, a man whose...
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