The Faded Apartment

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The hand was the first thing to go. Not the skin, which held its pale, waxy integrity, but the function. The fingers, once capable of drawing a bowstring taut as a violin wire, now curled into a permanent, useless fist against the chest of the corpse. It was a hands of a man who had worked the soil and the steel, now stiffened by the cold air of the crypt. The court of the High Warden was a...

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