The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into slick mirrors of reflection. You sat in the back of the cab, watching the world blur past the wet glass, your hands resting on your lap, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. You were not looking for a person. You were looking for a sound. A specific,...
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