The Faded Attic

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2026-08-17 21:28:16 -

The Faded Attic

The chandelier above your head is not made of crystal, but of shattered teeth, each facet polished to a blinding, wet sheen that catches the light of the eternal, humming banquet hall, and you sit there, in your best suit, the one you bought for the interview at the firm where you will spend the next forty years grinding your soul into fine dust, holding a glass of wine that tastes like iron...

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