The Faded Apartment

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The fire started in the rafters. It did not begin with a spark, nor with a match, but with a sigh of smoke that tasted of old paper and dried lavender. It seeped through the cracks in the ceiling of the small, windowless cell, a grey veil that thickened until the world outside ceased to exist. For Elias Thorne, the silence was the loudest part of it. He sat on the straw pallet, his hands folded...

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