The Faded Apartment

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The ink on the ledger page was still wet, sliding in slow, viscous rivulets down the heavy cream paper as if the document were sweating in a fever, and I held it up to the window where the grey light of Oakhaven filtered through the grime-streaked glass, watching the letters of Mayor Halloway’s name dissolve and reform into a word I did not recognize. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a...

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