The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the bone-deep cold of the valley. He had walked for three days, his boots slick with mud, his mind a tangled knot of duty and dread. The order from the Magistrate in the lowlands was clear, written in a hand so cramped it looked like a nest of angry wasps: Investigate...

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