The Faded Apartment
The rusted iron key sat heavy in the palm of Sergeant Elias Thorne, its teeth worn smooth by decades of handling, a cold weight that seemed to pull the warmth from his fingers as he held it up to the dim light of the kitchen. He had received the telegram three days prior, the paper brittle and yellowed by the time the postman had shoved it through the door of his barracks in Oakhaven, the words...
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