The Faded Apartment

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The pen tip scraped against the thick, fibrous paper of the ledger, leaving a faint, grey smear that Elias Thorne rubbed with his thumb, trying to smooth the ink before it dried. The air in the Customs House office tasted of wet wool, old tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the pores of the building itself, a scent that had permeated his clothes over the last...

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