The Faded Apartment

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The dust in the workshop did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, catching the weak October light that filtered through the grimy panes of Magister Vane’s apothecary. I was thirty-two years old, an apprentice who had spent six of those years grinding bark and boiling roots, and for the first time, the silence of the room felt less like peace and more like a held threat. My...

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