The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windowpanes of the Great Hall, a gray, persistent hand seeking to crush the glass, while inside, the air hung thick with the scent of wet wool, old stone, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the marrow of Captain Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood at the foot of the dais, his back rigid against the cold draft that seeped...

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