The Faded Apartment
The carriage jolted against the cobblestones of the lower city, a rhythmic shudder that traveled up through the leather seat and into the bones of Sir Arthur Penhaligon, a man who had spent forty years in the service of the Crown and now found himself traveling alone, without an escort, to a place that smelled of damp stone and older, darker secrets. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets...
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