The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, grey silt that settled upon the cobblestones of the Old Quarter and seeped into the bones of the ancient stone walls. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long, dim corridor of the Magistrate’s Hall, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, which felt less like a weapon and more like a dead weight, a cold anchor to a...
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