The Faded Guest
The brass key stuck in the lock, the metal biting into Elias Thorne’s thumb as he forced the tumblers to align. The door groaned open, exhaling a breath of stale dust and old paper that hit the back of his throat with a gritty, metallic taste. He stepped into the hallway of the apartment block, the linoleum peeling in long, sun-bleached strips that curled like dead skin under his shoes. The air...
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