The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the glass of the inspection office, blurring the world outside into a smear of industrial soot and wet cobblestone. I sat at the desk, the wood cold against my palms, and watched the water bead and slide. It was a Tuesday. I knew it was a Tuesday because the shift whistle had screamed its shrill, metallic note at six...

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