The Faded Bouquet
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, persistent weeping that blurred the boundary between the wet asphalt of the precinct parking lot and the dark, swollen sky above, a visual dissolution that mirrored the slow, inevitable erosion of the walls surrounding the newly constructed Department of Behavioral Integrity, a monolithic slab of poured concrete and tinted glass that rose...
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