The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the cobblestones of the market square into a slick, reflective mirror where the faces of the dead seemed to float just beneath the surface, watching with hollow, accusatory eyes as Elias Thorne packed the last of his tools into the battered leather satchel that had served him for...
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