The Faded Apartment

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages brittle and yellowed, smelling of dust and old ink. You sat in the chair, your hands hovering over the numbers, refusing to touch them. It was November in Oakhaven, and the industrial smoke hung low over the town like a shroud, filtering the pale winter light into a sickly gray. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, an investigator...

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