The Faded Apartment
The glass was already broken before Thomas Ashworth entered the room. It lay in a scatter of glittering teeth across the floorboards, a constellation of frozen light that seemed to pulse in the dim, industrial gloom of the holding cell. Thomas stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the weight of the uniform that had long ceased to be merely fabric. It...
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