The Faded Apartment

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The nib of the fountain pen scratched against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the damp silence of the basement, where Elias Thorne sat hunched over the ledger of the County’s dead, his fingers stained with the black residue that had seeped through the paper over the last three hours. He was forty-two years old, and in six weeks he would be sixty-two, the mandatory retirement...

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