The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the streets of the old district into slick, mirror-like rivers of reflected neon and shadow. Thomas stood at the window of his apartment, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the water drip in uneven, stuttering lines down the pane. He was a man who had learned to wait, a skill honed in the field and...
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