The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded. It pressed against the glass of the bunker with a persistent, wet urgency, blurring the world outside into a gray smear that offered no comfort, only a reminder of the distance between you and the surface. You are inside. The air is stale, recycled through filters that hum with a low, electric drone, a sound that has become the baseline of your...
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