The Faded Apartment
The hum was in his molars, a vibration that had lived behind his eyes for twenty years, but it was the word "Thorne" that finally pulled him from the dark of the stairwell. "Thorne." The voice was Gable’s, thin and dry as the dust on the railing. "You are late. Again." Elias straightened his spine, feeling the ache in his lower back radiate up to his neck. He was forty-two, but his joints moved...
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