The Faded Apartment
Chapter One I was prying the warped floorboard loose with the flat of a chisel, the wood splintering under the pressure of my wrist, when the dust rose in a grey cloud that stung my eyes. The house at forty-seven of Corvid Lane smelled of damp plaster and old varnish, a scent that had settled into my clothes over the three days I had spent here, trying to assess the value of a property I no...
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