The Faded Apartment
The rain against the window of the high-rise office is not a sound but a static, a white noise that drowns out the hum of the servers and the frantic clicking of keyboards, creating a sterile bubble around you where the air smells of ozone and stale coffee. You are standing at the edge of the conference room, holding a garment bag that feels impossibly heavy in your hands, the fabric of the...
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