The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool coats and the brickwork of the narrow streets, saturating the air with the smell of wet stone and old coal smoke. Elias Thorne moved through this dampness with a slowness that was not born of laziness, but of a profound, aching weight that settled in his joints and his soul. He was a man who had...

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