The Faded Apartment
The rain against the windowpane was not a sound but a frequency, a low, rhythmic thrum that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his bones as he sat hunched over the drafting table in the dimly lit office of the Meridian Structural Integrity Bureau. It was a space defined by the absence of light, where the only illumination came from the green-tinted glow of the phosphorescent lamps and the...
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