The Faded Apartment
The hammer struck the oak, and the sound rang out like a bell tolling in a hollow chest. In the high chamber of the Hall of Echoes, where the air tasted of dust and ancient secrets, Elias Thorne did not flinch. He was a man of wood and iron, a craftsman who had spent forty years shaping the bones of the kingdom’s most sacred halls, yet here he stood, a prisoner of his own reputation, facing the...
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