The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the high-rise windows of the Ashworth Block like a second skin, turning the city outside into a watercolor smear of rusted brick and flickering neon, while inside, on the fourteenth floor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the quiet, persistent hum of the ventilation system that never quite stopped....
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