The Faded Apartment
The rain was already hammering the windowpane when Elias Thorne unlocked the door, the sound a relentless, gray static that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He stood in the hallway of the apartment on the fourteenth floor, his wet coat dripping onto the linoleum, and tried to steady his breathing, the weight of the key still heavy in his hand. "You’re late, Elias," a voice called from the...
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