The Faded Apartment
The leather of the coat was cracked along the elbows, a topography of dry, flaking skin that mirrored the landscape of the heart, and Elias Thorne held it up to the grey, slanting light of the workshop window, feeling the weight of it not as a garment but as a burden of memory that had curdled into something solid and unyielding, like resin trapped in amber. It was a heavy piece, a thing of...
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