The Faded Apartment

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The mortar ground the dried root of the moonwort with a rhythmic, scraping sound that cut through the silence of the shop like a knife through wet cloth. Elias did not look up from the pestle, his wrist moving in small, precise circles, as the shadow of Lord Vane fell across the threshold, blocking the thin winter light from the street. The air in the room changed instantly, thickening with the...

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