The Faded Apartment

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The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of my workshop, blurring the city lights into smears of amber and grey, but I did not look up from the velvet cushion in my lap. I held the commission slip in my other hand, the paper soft and worn from the weeks I had spent obsessing over the details, a testament to the trust placed in me after old Mr. Harrow’s sudden passing. I wanted this job;...

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