The Faded Apartment
The train to the capital cut through the Fens, a steel needle threading the wet, flat earth where the slate hills split open into nothing but haze. Willis Priddy, thirty years old and a constable with a record of broken knuckles and unpaid rent, sat with his back against the vibrating window, clutching a silver pocket watch that had stopped at the exact minute his mother died. The glass was...
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