The Golden Crossing
The rain against the window of the high-rise apartment was not merely water, but a rhythmic, ceaseless tapping that seemed to count down the seconds of your remaining sanity, a percussion that synchronized with the frantic, arrhythmic beating of your heart as you stood in the center of the living room, surrounded by the silence of the city below and the louder, more terrifying silence of the...
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