The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The train shuddered into the station, exhaling a cloud of coal smoke that hung heavy in the twilight air. Elias stood on the platform, his uniform pressed and cold. The wool bit into his skin. He waited. No one came. He walked toward the waiting room. The floorboards groaned under his boots. Dust motes danced in the slant of dying sunlight. He was looking for a face. A specific face. He had not...

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