The Faded Apartment

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The ink on the parchment was still wet when the first tremor of the siege shook the windowpane. Elias Thorne sat in the center of his workshop, a room so small that the smell of oak shavings and iron gall seemed to have a physical weight, pressing against his chest. He was a binder of books, a craftsman who held the spines of history together with thread and glue, and in that moment, the...

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