The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray and weeping veil that blurred the edges of the world and turned the ancient, cobblestone road into a mirror of shattered slate. Elara moved through this deluge not with the hesitation of a traveler lost in a storm, but with the grim, rhythmic certainty of a soldier marching toward a known grave, her cloak heavy with the wet weight of...
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