The Faded Apartment
The rain has been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the city into a smear of wet slate and dying neon. You are standing in the center of the room, your coat still damp, your breath shallow and quick. The apartment is a square of peeling wallpaper and stale tobacco, the air thick with the scent of dust and old fear. You came here to find the truth, to...
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