The Faded Apartment
The invoice lay on the desk, its edges soft and frayed from being handled too often, the numbers smudged where a thumb had rested for too long. Elias Thorne stared at the total, a sum that would strip his savings bare within six months, and felt the weight of it settle into his chest like a stone dropped into deep water. He was forty-two, an actuary by trade, a man who lived by the arithmetic...
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