The Faded Apartment
The first frost had not yet touched the glass, but the air inside the apartment held a chill that seemed to seep from the very pores of the plaster. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the street below where the gaslights flickered with a stuttering, anemic pulse. He was a man who had made his life a ledger of...
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