The Faded Apartment

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The wool coat was already damp when he hung it on the hook, the heavy, wet smell of the November rain seeping into the fibers like a slow, gray poison. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the archive room, a space that smelled of dried lavender and decaying paper, and watched the water drip from the hem onto the stone floor. It was a small puddle, insignificant in the vastness of the...

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