The Faded Apartment

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The air in the cellar of the old apothecary on Baker Street was thick with the scent of dried lavender and the sharp, metallic tang of copper pennies. It was a smell that did not fade, a scent that clung to the hair and the skin, refusing to be scrubbed away by the dampness of the London fog that pressed against the high, arched windows. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands...

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