The Rain-Slicked Window
(V-13: Minimalist Existentialism) The apartment in Setagaya was a white box of silence. Outside, the Tokyo rain fell in a steady, grey curtain, blurring the neon signs of the convenience stores and the rushing silhouettes of the salarymen. Yuki lived there alone. She was a freelance translator, a woman who spent her days converting the thoughts of others into a language she no longer felt she...
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