The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the windowpanes of the old Victorian house on Oakhaven Lane, blurring the streetlamps into smeared halos of amber and grey. Elias Thorne lay in the center of the bedroom floor, his back pressed against the cold oak planks, his breath ragged and shallow in his throat, and he could not remember when he had first begun to...
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