The Faded Apartment

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The dream is always the same: a silver circlet, wrought with filigree so fine it looks like spun frost, shattering against the stone floor of a room that does not exist. You wake in the damp dark of your attic in Aethelgard, the sound of the break still ringing in your ears, a high-pitched hum that settles in the marrow of your bones. It is the third night this week. You are Elias Thorne,...

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