The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hits the tin roof like gravel. You are bleeding. The blood is warm. It mixes with the cold. You grip the hammer. Your knuckles are white. The wood splinters. It screams. You do not care. This is the job. This is the wage. The city breathes outside. It is a beast of iron and soot. The fog rolls in thick. It tastes of copper. Of old pennies. Of death. You are in the attic. It is high up....

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