The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-21 10:41:13 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, silver mist that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. I stood at the edge of the treeline, where the ancient oaks of the Whispering Wood met the stone path of the Old Guard, and watched my brother, Thomas, walk away from me. He wore the grey wool tunic of the Watch, the fabric heavy and wet, clinging to his...

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