The Faded Apartment
"You are holding it upside down, you old fool." The voice came from the other side of the heavy steel door, muffled by the thickness of the barrier and the sheer weight of the silence that had settled over the precinct like a thick, damp fog, and you stood there, your hand still gripping the edge of the table where the object lay, your fingers stained with the dust of a decade, the paper...
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