The Faded Apartment
The fluorescent tube above the scanning bed flickered with a rhythmic, dying buzz that matched the throb in Elias’s temples. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, the fabric damp with sweat, and reached for the next document, a brittle sheet of carbon paper from the 1944 battalion logs. The basement of the municipal records office smelled of mildew and old dust, a scent that had long since...
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