The Faded Apartment

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Elias, you’re late. The voice did not come from the street, nor from the fog that rolled in thick and grey off the harbor, but from the very texture of the air itself, a low, static hum that vibrated against my teeth. I stood on the cobblestones of the city that had no name on any map I had ever consulted, holding the leather case in my left hand, the weight of the morphine vial pressing a...

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