The Faded Apartment
The soot of Ashworth City did not merely coat the streets in 1912; it settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the soul, a fine, grey silt that turned the afternoon light into a bruised and trembling thing. Elias Thorne stood before the address 44 Holloway Lane, his hand resting on the iron gate that had once been painted black but now wore a rust-colored skin, flaking away in the...
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