The Faded Apartment
The rain fell with the mechanical precision of a hydraulic press, a relentless, silver sheet that erased the distinction between the wet pavement and the dark, slick skin of the city. You stood in the lobby of the Kessler Tower, a monument to glass and steel that pierced the low-hanging clouds like a needle into the flesh of the sky, and you watched the water distort the view of the street...
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