The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky. You move through the wet streets not with the swagger of a man who commands, but with the heavy, deliberate grace of a predator who knows the weight of the blade at his hip. The town is small, suffocatingly so, a cluster of stone and...
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