The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the familiar streets of the city into a smear of mud and memory. Elias Thorne walked through the downpour with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had forgotten how to hurry, his coat damp and clinging to his shoulders like a second skin. He was a man of few words and fewer...
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