The Faded Apartment

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The iron door of the manor did not creak; it sighed. It was a low, mournful exhalation that seemed to come from the stone itself, a sound I had heard a thousand times in my dreams but never in waking life until this morning. I stood on the threshold, my boots caked in the red clay of the valley below, the mist clinging to my wool coat like a shroud. My name is Thomas, though the townsfolk in...

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