The Faded Apartment
The ink on the warrant was still wet when Sergeant Elias Thorne held it up to the candlelight, the black strokes bleeding slightly into the coarse parchment as if the paper itself were weeping for the crime it recorded. He did not read the name again; he had memorized it in the silence of the guardhouse, a name that belonged to a man he had known in the taverns of the lower city, a man whose...
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