The Faded Apartment

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The hand was already moving when Arthur Vane stepped off the train, fingers splayed and trembling in the damp air as if reaching for a handle that wasn’t there. He blinked, and the phantom limb dissolved into the grey mist of Oakhaven, leaving only the ache in his own left wrist, a dull throb that had accompanied him since the coroner’s report. The station smelled of wet wool, coal smoke, and...

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