The Faded Apartment

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The heavy wool of the cloak hung in Elias’s hands, a dense, damp weight that smelled of lanolin and old smoke. He smoothed the frayed hem with a thumb that was cracked and stained by ink, the fabric so thin in places that the grey light of the morning showed through the weave like a bruise. It was his father’s garment, a thing of such profound age that its buttons had long since been replaced...

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