The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestone streets of the old university town into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the weeping willows lining the canal. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been weathered by decades of silent endurance, walked with a heavy, deliberate gait toward the gate of the St. Jude’s Archive. He was not here for books, nor for the dusty vellum that...
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