The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick mirrors, reflecting the damp, oppressive weight of the sky above us. I stood in the antechamber of the High Chancellor’s residence, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and ancient stone, watching the water streak down the narrow windows in long, trembling lines. My...
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