The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-24 14:39:05 -

I have been waiting for the silence to break, sitting in the cold stone of the holding cell, remembering the last time I held the syringe with steady hands, the weight of the glass vial a small, cold promise against my palm, a promise that the pain would end before the machine did. The infirmary of the Imperial Foundry smelled of boiled linseed oil and stale sweat, a thick, cloying vapor that...

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