The Faded Apartment

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The smell hit me before the sight did, a thick, sulfurous damp that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, carrying the scent of wet wool and old pennies. “Elias,” Mara’s voice came from the hallway, sharp and stripped of any warmth, cutting through the heavy air like a blade through rotting wood. I didn’t turn around. I was too busy watching the black moisture bead on the plaster of...

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