The Faded Apartment
The air in the town of Oakhaven did not merely circulate; it stagnated, thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of iron filings that clung to the skin of everyone who walked the cobblestones, a pervasive atmospheric condition that Elias Thorne had spent the last three decades cataloging with the meticulous, dry precision of a man who had long since ceased to believe that the...
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