The Faded Apartment
The debt is due, Mr. Vane. It has been due for three days, and the interest is compounding on a schedule that does not care for your convenience. Arthur Vane did not look up from the ledger he was pretending to balance. The numbers on the page were a blur of ink and fatigue, a smudge of red and black that meant nothing to him anymore. He was thirty years old, though he felt the weight of a man...
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