The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-24 13:09:25 -

The gray November sky hung low over the moors, a heavy blanket of wool that pressed the breath out of the air and turned the world into a sketch of charcoal and mud. Elias Thorne sat his horse, a sturdy but aging mare named Bess, and watched the rain begin to fall in fine, cold needles that stung his exposed skin. He was forty-two years old, though the last twenty of those years had worn him...

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