The Faded Apartment

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The lease for Vane House was signed in ink that smelled of iron and wet rot. I stood before Mr. Sterling, a man whose suit seemed tailored from the same gray mist that perpetually clung to the eaves of the building, and watched him seal the document. He did not look at me. He looked at the walls. I had come to secure this decaying manor to save Clara, my younger sister, from the sterile,...

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