The Faded Apartment
The clipboard in Elias Thorne’s hands was wet, the paper softening at the edges where the condensation from the hallway had seeped through the plastic cover, a small, damp failure that mirrored the way his own heart had been failing for the last three months, a steady, arrhythmic thumping that he could feel in his teeth when he held his breath. He stood in the center of the second-floor...
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