The Faded Photograph
The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a fine, persistent mist that coats the skin of the city in a layer of damp silence, and you move through it not as a person but as a function, a hollow vessel carved out of the same gray stone that builds the towering facades of the financial district, where the glass reflects a sky that has forgotten the color of blue and instead offers...
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