The Faded Apartment
You count the hours the way a man counts coins he has already spent, verifying the loss before the day is even over. Fourteen years you have served in the Ministry of Records, a tenure that has worn the varnish off your ambition and left only the raw, gray wood of routine beneath. It is a quiet life, measured in the weight of paper and the smell of dried ink, but for you, Elias Thorne, it is a...
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