The Faded Apartment

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The cold was not in the air, Elias knew, but in the paper itself, a chill that seeped through the cotton gloves and settled into the marrow of his left palm. He held the blueprint steady, the ink of the foundation plans sharp and black against the yellowed linen, but his fingers were betraying him, twitching with a spasm that made the line of the retaining wall blur. "It’s just a tremor," he...

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