The Faded Apartment

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The fog does not roll in. It rises, a slow exhalation of the marsh itself, swallowing the low stone walls and the rotting timber of the old watchtowers. You stand at the edge of the moor, your boots sinking into the black mud, the weight of your service satchel heavy against your hip. It is not a bag of tools. It is a reliquary. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, lies the name of the thing you were...

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