The Faded Apartment
The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of a velvet curtain, thick as a century of unspoken grievances, drawn tight across the eyes of one who had long since ceased to see the world with anything but the cold, calculating precision of a man who traded in shadows. It was the year of the Black Tide, or so the histories of the city would later claim, though the date...
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