The Faded Apartment
The candles in the great hall of St. Jude’s burned with a low, sputtering orange light that seemed to eat the shadows rather than dispel them, casting long, wavering distortions across the faces of the village elders who sat in rigid rows, their eyes fixed on Elias with a mixture of pity and terrified reverence. Elias stood in the center of the room, his stone mason’s apron stained with the...
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