The Faded Apartment
The snow in Oakhaven does not fall so much as it settles, a heavy, grey static that muffles the world and traps you in the small, windowless office where the scent of stale coffee and damp wool has become the air you breathe. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, and for the last twelve hours you have been staring at the transfer request form that was denied, the red ink of the rejection...
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