The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey static that blurred the world against the window. I stood in the hallway of the apartment, holding a device that hummed with a low, electric frequency. It was a spectral resonance scanner, a piece of hardware I had built in a basement in Ohio, designed to map the decay patterns of matter over time. I was not here for the furniture. I was...
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