The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that pressed against the single pane of the window in the attic room, blurring the city below into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium light. Elias stood before the glass, his reflection a ghostly overlay on the street, a man of indeterminate age whose face was carved from the same worn stone as the building’s facade, his...
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