The Faded Apartment

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The smell of sulfur and old pine resin hung heavy in the workshop, a thick, cloying barrier against the biting December air that seeped through the cracks in the stone walls. Elias Thorne held a putty knife in his right hand, the metal cold against his palm, as he scraped a layer of failed glazing compound from the central pane of the Bishop’s commission. The window was a complex lattice of...

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