The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless, rhythmic percussion that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the soles of my shoes. I stood by the glass, looking down at the blurred lights of the city below, feeling the weight of the silence in the room. It was a heavy, suffocating quiet, the kind that...

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