The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a fine, persistent mist that seeped through the double-paned glass of the office window, blurring the cityscape into a watercolor smear of gray and indigo until I could no longer distinguish the streetlamps from the sky, a slow drowning of the outside world that mirrored the suffocating stillness of the room where I sat, my hands trembling so...
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