The Faded Apartment
The rain against the window of the precinct’s duty room was not merely weather but a physical presence, a relentless, grey veil that erased the boundary between the interior world of stale coffee and bad lighting and the exterior world of cold streets and wet asphalt, creating a monochrome blur where the distinction between inside and out ceased to exist, leaving you suspended in a state of...
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