The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of brick and iron, and Elias Vane stood in the center of the narrow, damp corridor of the tenement building, his hand resting against the peeling wallpaper as if checking for a pulse that had long since ceased, the silence of the room pressing against his...
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