The Faded Apartment
The rain drummed against the windowpane with a rhythmic, insistent precision that Julian found almost soothing, a mechanical heartbeat that counterbalanced the chaotic, static-filled noise of his own thoughts. He sat in the corner of his office, a space that smelled of old paper, ozone, and the faint, metallic tang of the brass instruments lining the shelves. Across from him, leaning back in a...
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