The Faded Apartment

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The hand moved in a steady, rhythmic arc, pressing the tip of a steel stylus into the soft, damp clay of the ledger page, dragging it through the air with a precision that felt less like writing and more like carving stone. Elias Thorne did not look up from the desk; his eyes were fixed on the empty space where the words should have been, but were not, a void of white paper that mocked the...

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