The Faded Apartment
The carriage wheels bit into the wet gravel of the estate, a rhythmic, grinding sound that echoed in the hollow of Elias’s chest as he clutched the small, iron-bound box to his sternum, its weight a physical anchor against the swirling fog of his mind. He was a man of letters, a scholar who had spent thirty years decoding the silent languages of dead kings in the dusty archives of the...
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