The Faded Apartment
The fog that rolled in from the Atlantic was not merely a meteorological phenomenon but a physical weight, a damp, gray shroud that erased the hard lines of the city and blurred the boundary between the cobblestones and the sky, creating a suspended void in which Elias Thorne had wandered for what felt like centuries, though his pocket watch, with its cracked face and stopped hands, insisted...
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