The Faded Apartment

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The door was locked, and it had been locked since Tuesday. Elias stood in the hallway, his hand still resting on the brass handle, feeling the cold metal seep into his palm. He was thirty-four, which was a number that felt increasingly theoretical, much like the concept of a future that extended beyond the next fiscal quarter. He was an archivist, a man whose primary function in the world was...

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