The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick, dark mirrors. Inside the high tower of the Keep, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone, a smell that had seeped into the very marrow of Sir Elias Thorne over the forty years he had served. He sat alone in his...
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