The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the dampness in Blackwood Manor had settled into the bones of the house like a chronic illness. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk in the library, his fingers stained with ink that he had mixed from soot and vinegar because he could no longer afford the proper vials, and he watched the water seep through the cracks in the medieval stone ceiling....
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