The Faded Apartment
The light in the vault was the only thing that moved, a slow, amber creep across the polished brass of the safe as the sun sank below the mill roof. "Get out of here, Elias." Foreman Silas did not raise his voice. He didn't have to. His hands were wrapped around a leather strap, knuckles white, and he was looking at the ledger I was holding, not at me. The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked...
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