The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of concrete and steel. Inside the sterile, humming quiet of the Department of Anomalous Records, Detective Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the leather of his chair creaking under the weight of his stillness. He was a man carved from granite and old regrets, his uniform...
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