The Faded Frequency
The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a violent, stinging barrage that turned the glass walls of the Kestrel Institute into a kaleidoscope of grey and white, blurring the line between the sterile interior of the executive suite and the chaotic, weeping city below, where the wipers of the parked sedans beat a frantic, arrhythmic drum against the windshield like the frantic hearts of...
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