The Faded Apartment
The rain does not fall so much as it is dragged down from the sky by an invisible, heavy hand, a grey curtain that blots out the sun and turns the cobblestones of the narrow street into a slick, treacherous mirror of the world above, and you are there, standing in the center of it, your clothes soaked through to the skin, your hair plastered to your forehead, watching the water pool around the...
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