The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the cobblestones of the lower town had turned into a slick, black mirror reflecting the grey, weeping sky above. In the high window of the stone tower that loomed over the market square, Elias watched the water run in thin, desperate threads down the glass. He was a man who lived in the margins of words, a scholar of the old herbalist texts that the...
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