The Faded Apartment
The wool had worn thin at the elbows, revealing a pale, ghostly sheen where the dark navy fabric had once been dense and heavy. I held the coat in my hands, the weight of it familiar, a dead weight that felt strangely alive in the quiet of the study. It was Edward’s coat. Not just his, but the specific one he had worn the day the Council sent for him. The day they stripped him of his title, his...
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