The Faded Apartment
The rain in the alley behind the Grand Meridian Hotel did not wash the blood from Elias Thorne’s knuckles; it only made the red smear into a darker, slicker paste that ran down his wrists and dripped onto the cobblestones. He leaned against the wet brick wall, breathing hard, the taste of copper and cheap tobacco heavy in his mouth, while the man whose nose he had just broken lay groaning in a...
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