The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of Thorne & Co. Apothecary, blurring the gaslight of the street into a smear of amber and grey. I stood behind the counter, my hands trembling as I held the deed to our home, the paper damp and soft in my grip, while Clara’s voice cut through the storm like a blade. "You have sold it, Elias. You have sold the only thing we owned that was not a...
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