The Faded Apartment
The air in the kitchen of 4B at the Hollis Court apartment complex was thick with the scent of boiled sage and damp wool. Elias Thorne stood at the counter, his hands submerged in a basin of water that had turned the color of weak tea. He was a man of sixty years, with shoulders that had once held the weight of the world but now seemed to curl inward, protecting a hollow center. Outside the...
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