The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Leeds did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, industrial mist that tasted of coal dust and stale copper, settling into the crevices of Elias Thorne’s bones with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a verdict. He stood in the alley behind the textile mill, the wet brick slick under his boots, clutching a leather-bound ledger to his chest as if it were a...

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