The Faded Frontier
The rain against the windowpane is a rhythmic tapping, like a code you have forgotten how to decode. You stand in the center of the high-rise apartment, the one you bought with the last of your savings, the one that smells of wet concrete and new paint. It is a sterile box in the heart of the city, a glass eye staring out at the gray sky. You are here to investigate the water damage in the...
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