The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Blackwood did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the alley behind the asylum into a river of black sludge that reflected the sickly yellow glow of the gas lamps, a light that seemed to bleed into the wet cobblestones rather than illuminate them. I stood with my back against the cold, damp brick, my service revolver jammed so hard against the chest of...

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