The Faded Apartment

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The wax seal on the writ was the color of dried blood, cracked and flaking under the thumb of my hand as I held it against the cold glass of the watchtower window. The mist outside Oakhaven was not merely weather; it was a physical weight, pressing against the stone with the damp, rotting persistence of a corpse in a shallow grave, and I could feel the chill of it seeping through the double...

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