The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, grey drizzle that seemed to press against the windows of the glass-and-steel tower, blurring the city into a watercolor of indeterminate shapes. Elias Thorne stood at his desk, a small island of mahogany in a sea of chrome and cold light, staring at the contract before him. It was a masterpiece of legal architecture, dense and...
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