The Faded Apartment
You are walking through the city at an hour when the streetlights hum with a frequency that feels less like electricity and more like a warning. The air is thick, saturated with a dampness that seeps into your bones, turning the concrete under your feet into something slick and alive. You are the Architect, or so the city believes, a man whose mind holds the blueprints for their souls, a sage...
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