The Faded Apartment
The air in the corridor was not merely stale but thick with the particulate residue of a reality that had been forcibly dismantled, a suspension of ash and forgotten memories that clung to the lungs like wet wool, and it was here, in the liminal space between the shattered wall of what had once been a kitchen and the void that now yawned where the living room had been, that Elias Vane stood...
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