The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was extruded from the bruised, iron-grey sky, a relentless, viscous sheet that turned the cobblestones of the district into a mirror of shattered reflections, and in the windowless room on the third floor of the crumbling tenement at the edge of the industrial quarter, Elias Vane sat hunched over a table stained with the ghost of a hundred previous meals, his...
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