The Faded Apartment

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The dampness did not smell of water, but of old iron and wet wool, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he pressed his ear against the cold floorboards of the boiler room. It was November of 1912, and the Ashworth Industrial Complex hummed with the low, rhythmic thrum of the great engines, a sound that Elias had come to mistake for his own heartbeat over the last eight...

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