The Faded Apartment
The gas main ruptured at three in the morning, a wet, heavy sigh that tore the silence of the Victorian terrace apart and filled the street with the stink of sulfur and rotting earth. Elias Thorne woke not to the sound, but to the sudden, suffocating weight of the air, a physical pressure against his eardrums that made his vision swim in greys and blacks. He lay still in the narrow bed,...
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