The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the single pane of glass in Arthur Vane’s study, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to sync with the pounding of his own heart, a pulse that had grown erratic and heavy in the weeks since he had first opened the ledger. It was November of 1912, and the city outside, a sprawling industrial beast of soot and steam, churned in the darkness, but inside the decaying...
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