The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised sky, a heavy, grey breath that clung to the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he drove the convoy north. The headlights cut weak, pale wedges through the mist, illuminating only the wet asphalt and the occasional skeletal tree, their branches thrashing like the limbs of drowning men. Inside the armored vehicle, the air was thick...

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