The Faded Apartment

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The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the village square, a rhythmic, mechanical screech that seemed to scrape the very marrow from my bones. I sat in the corner of the hired vehicle, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, the leather gloves worn thin at the knuckles from years of gripping rifle stocks and the hilt of a sidearm that had long since lost its sheen. I was a man of...

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