The Faded Apartment

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The bottle was heavy, a thick-necked vessel of dark glass that smelled of iron and old dust, and I had counted the hours since I last felt the walls breathe, which was four, and the hours since the pain in my head had begun to split, which was two. I was Sergeant Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I had been a soldier for twenty of those years, a man who measured the world in distances and...

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