The Faded Apartment

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The brass button of his tunic, tarnished and pitted from twenty years of handling rough wool and coal dust, lay in Elias Thorne’s palm like a small, dead beetle. He turned it over, watching the light catch the grooves of the rank insignia, a private’s chevrons long since polished into the fabric by his own thumb. Outside the window of the cramped room on Vauxhall Street, the November wind...

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