The Faded Apartment
The train hissed to a stop at the terminus of a city that smelled of wet iron and coal dust, a smell that clung to the wool of Marcus’s coat like a second skin. He stepped onto the platform, his boots heavy against the cobblestones, and looked up at the gray sky that hung low and oppressive over the industrial sprawl of Oakhaven. It was 1912, a year when the air seemed thick with the promise of...
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