The Faded Apartment
The rain in the city of Ashford did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, industrial fog that tasted of coal smoke and wet rust, clinging to the wool coat of Captain Elias Thorne as he sat alone in the back of the cab. He was a man who had spent the last five years learning the precise geometry of violence, how a bullet traveled through flesh, how a door swung on its hinges, how a...
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