The Faded Apartment

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being pressed against the windowpane by an invisible, relentless hand, a static charge of gray water that blurred the world outside into a smear of industrial sludge and wet concrete, and I found myself screaming into the void of the empty office, my voice cracking not from anger but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had been...

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