The Faded Apartment
The apartment smelled of stale dust and the copper tang of old blood, a scent that Elias Thorne had grown accustomed to over the three months since Clara’s death, yet today it seemed to press against his lungs with a physical weight that made his breath shallow and ragged. He stood in the center of the living room, the space stripped bare of furniture except for the sofa where Clara had spent...
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