The Faded Apartment
The train to Veldt smells of coal dust and damp wool, a scent that settles into the fibers of your greatcoat and stays there long after you have stepped off the platform into the biting November air. You are forty years old, Major Elias Thorne, a man who has spent the last decade mastering the precise architecture of human anatomy before the world forced you to master the architecture of...
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