The Faded Apartment
The mirror did not reflect the boy standing before it; instead, it held the image of a man, ageless and spectral, draped in the heavy, charcoal wool of a coat that hung in the wardrobe like a shroud. Elias, twelve years old and shivering despite the gaslight’s hum, watched the reflection with a hunger that felt less like longing and more like a physical ache in his chest, for the coat was the...
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