The Faded Apartment

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The iron of the breastplate had long since lost its luster, surrendering to the rust that bloomed in the damp corners of the attic like a slow, red infection. Thomas Bradshaw sat before it, his hands resting on the cold, pitted metal, feeling the weight of his own history pressing down upon his shoulders. The air in the small, vaulted room was thick with the scent of cedar and decay, a perfume...

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