The Faded Apartment
The train from the coast groaned into the station of Oakhaven, a sound like metal teeth grinding against stone, and Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform with a suitcase that held only his surveying instruments and a letter of termination from the firm that had hired him. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer who had spent the last decade calculating the tensile strength of...
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