The Faded Apartment

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The gas jet in the corner hissed, a thin, high-pitched sound that seemed to drill directly into the center of Elias Thorne’s skull. He sat in the armchair opposite the bed, his fingers working the rough, jagged edges of the cameo, the stone cold and slick with sweat in his palm. It was the only thing in the room that felt real. The air was thick with the scent of carbolic acid and decay, a...

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