The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Ashwick was not water, it was a grey, suspended ash that fell from a sky the color of bruised iron, coating the cobblestones of the Old Quarter in a slick, slippery film that reflected the gaslight in distorted, trembling pools. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the alley, his hands still shaking from the impact of the baton against the ribs of the man who had just...

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