The Faded Apartment

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The theodolite’s level bubble drifted left, then right, a slow, drunken oscillation that Elias Thorne watched with the weary precision of a man counting the stitches in a torn hem. It was November, 1912, and the air in the fourth-floor walk-up on Sorrow Street tasted of wet limestone and old pennies, a dampness that seeped through the wool of his coat and settled into the marrow of his bones....

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