The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, metallic mist that clung to the wool of your coat and turned the world into a grayscale smudge of wet asphalt and flickering sodium lights, and you stood at the edge of the district where the old factories had been converted into high-end apartments, the windows glowing with a sterile, artificial warmth that mocked the chill seeping into...
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