The Faded Apartment
The ink was wet, and the sword was heavy, and the silence in the library was a living thing that pressed against Elias Thorne’s eardrums with the weight of centuries, demanding he look away from the manuscript and into the mirror of his own soul, which was currently shattering into a thousand jagged, glittering shards that hung suspended in the air like a frozen storm, each fragment reflecting...
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