The Faded Frequency
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the wet asphalt of the street and the damp concrete of the sidewalk, turning the entire city into a monochrome smear of grief. I stood in the doorway of my apartment, the heavy oak frame vibrating slightly with the resonance of a siren that had stopped just as suddenly as it began, leaving...
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