The Faded Apartment

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The steward’s name was called out in the dark, a sharp bark that echoed off the damp stone walls of the granary. You jolted awake, the sound still clinging to the air, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The cold was a physical thing, a wet weight pressing against your skin, seeping through the rough wool of your tunic and settling deep in your joints. You sat up, your...

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