The Faded Apartment
Chapter One "Rena, why do you keep that ledger?" The smell of damp wool and old ink hung in the air of the Archive, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad tooth. Rena Papathanasiou, forty-five and already feeling the weight of sixty, adjusted his cuffs. He had three days until his mandatory retirement, three days to finish the final audit, a task that felt less like work and...
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