The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of the mill town into a mirror of mud and broken glass. Inside the precinct, the air smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a thick, suffocating blend that seemed to settle in the lungs of everyone who walked through the heavy oak doors. Captain Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his hands resting on the...
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