The Faded Apartment

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The brass key in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, a smooth, unyielding oval that bit into the skin of his palm with a dull, persistent ache. He held it up to the single, high window that looked not onto the street but onto a blank wall of brick, the light filtering through the glass a pale, sickly yellow that did nothing to warm the air of the archive room. The room was a box of dust and paper,...

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