The Faded Apartment
The mug slipped from his grip, shattering against the glass floor with a sound that seemed to snap the air in the conference room. Elias Thorne stared at the ceramic shards, his fingers still curled in the shape of the handle, while the silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Gail, his supervisor, did not look at the mess. She looked at his hands, specifically at the way the right...
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