The Faded Apartment
The heavy iron key hung from Elias’s wrist, its cold weight a constant, dragging anchor against the frozen air as he trudged along the ridge. It was a key to a door he no longer owned, a relic of the border station he had maintained for twenty years, and he carried it because the magistrate’s decree had not specified that he was to be stripped of his identity, only of his authority. The wind...
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