The Faded Apartment
The train pulled away from the platform at St. Pancras with a shudder that seemed to unsettle the very foundations of the city, leaving Elias Thorne standing on the wet cobblestones, his breath misting in the thinning air of a November morning. He watched the red carriage recede into the gray smog, a long, slithering beast disappearing into the industrial haze, and he felt a strange, hollow...
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