The Faded Apartment
The rain tapped against the windowpane of the General’s office, a rhythmic, persistent drumming that seemed to synchronize with the heavy, wet beat of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood before the large mahogany desk, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him in a way that felt more like a shackle than a posture of discipline. Across the desk, General Halloway sat in silence, his face...
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