The Faded Apartment

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it settled, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet stone and old iron. You had traveled for three days to reach this place, your hands calloused and stained with the residue of a hundred different panes of glass, driven by a debt that had no ledger and no end. Elias was your name, though you had not spoken it aloud in twenty years, and you were a...

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