The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling since dawn, a cold, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick mirrors, reflecting the gas lamps that burned with a sputtering, jaundiced light. Inside the Great Hall, the air was thick with the smell of roasted pheasant, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to hang in the corners of the room like a persistent draft. Colonel...
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