The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a series of blurred, waterlogged reflections. Elias Thorne stepped off the train at the station, the air hitting him with a chill that felt less like temperature and more like a physical weight, a dense, atmospheric pressure that seemed to press against his eardrums. He carried...
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