The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the glass of the high-rise window, blurring the city below into a smear of neon and shadow. Elias Vane sat in the armchair that had been part of the apartment for longer than he had been alive, his hands resting on the armrests, fingers curled loosely as if holding onto a memory that refused to dissipate. The air...
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