The Faded Apartment
The velvet collar of the crimson coat, once so heavy with the promise of winter nights and whispered confessions, lay in tatters across the stone floor of the cellar, its threads unraveling like the last, frayed remnants of a life that had been stitched together under the false pretense of innocence. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not from the damp cold that seeped through...
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