The Faded Apartment
The tower stood at the edge of the cliff, a needle of grey stone piercing the low-hanging fog that perpetually shrouded the coast. It was not a building one entered so much as one was swallowed by, a vertical throat leading down into the dark. Elara Vance, a name that sounded like a whisper of dry leaves, had lived in the lowest chamber for three years. She was a woman of sharp angles and...
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