The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the high-rise, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the city below into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium light, and in the center of this suspended, damp silence, Elias Thorne stood with his back to the door, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the thin walls of the condemned building but from the...
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