The Faded Apartment
The damp in the fourth-floor office of Halloway & Sterling did not smell merely of wet plaster and old carpet, but of something organic and rotting, a black mold that crept along the baseboards like a living vein, pulsing with a rhythm that matched Elias Thorne’s own frantic, arrhythmic heartbeat. Elias, forty-two years old and wearing a suit that had gone soft at the elbows from too many...
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