The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, insidious moisture that found the cracks in the stone of the watchtower and settled into the bones of Sir Alaric Thorne, a man who had spent thirty years holding the line against the dark. He stood by the arched window, his breath fogging the ancient glass, watching the mist swirl over the valley below, a grey ocean that swallowed the world....
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