The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that erased the boundary between the sky and the mud, turning the world into a monochromatic smear of wet wool and decaying leaves where the air tasted of iron and old stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the house, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool heavy and cold against his shoulders, a...
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