The Faded Apartment

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The corridor was a throat of wet stone, and the air in it tasted of copper and old sweat, a flavor that had settled into the pores of Elias Thorne’s skin over three years of service until it was indistinguishable from his own blood. He moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since stopped feeling the cold that gnawed at his joints, his boots finding the gaps in the flagstones...

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