The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, gray exhalation from a sky that had forgotten the color of blue, saturating the cobblestones of the lower district until they gleamed with a wet, oily sheen that reflected the gas lamps in fractured, trembling circles. It was the hour when the city of Aethelgard held its breath, when the merchants of the Upper Ward had barred their heavy...
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