The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the world, a heavy, industrial curtain that blurred the distinction between the street and the sky. You stand at the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the mud that smells of iron and rot. The air is thick, saturated with a fog that seems to have a weight of its own, pressing against your chest, filling your lungs with a cold, metallic...

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