The Faded Apartment
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the archive room, a pale rectangle of rejection that Elias Thorne stared at until the ink blurred into a smear of bureaucratic indifference. It was from Director Halloway, the man whose office smelled of stale pipe tobacco and cold ambition, and it stated in three clipped paragraphs that the "Codex of Whispers"...
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