The Faded Apartment
The train rattled over the iron bridges, a rhythmic shudder that Elias felt in his teeth. He was twelve years old, clutching a leather satchel that smelled of damp wool and old paper. The destination was the Ashworth Estate, a sprawling Victorian monstrosity perched on the cliffs of the Oregon coast, where his father, a structural engineer, had been summoned by a letter that had arrived without...
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