The Faded Apartment

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The radiator coughed. It was a wet, rattling sound that shook the dust from the ceiling beams of the third-floor walk-up. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his fingers stained with ink and the faint, persistent smell of turpentine that clung to his skin. He was a historian of minor significance, a man who catalogued the lives of people who had never mattered, in a city that was rapidly forgetting...

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