The Faded Apartment
The count of the day’s entries had reached four hundred and twelve before Elias noticed the tremor in his left hand, a fine, rhythmic shaking that made the quill slip off the edge of the ledger and scratch a thin, white line across the vellum. He set the pen down, the sound of the nib hitting the wood sharp in the quiet of the ledger office, and turned his hand over to examine the skin, which...
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