The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the line between the world outside and the cold, damp concrete of the bunker where I spent my nights. The air tasted of wet stone and old rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into my lungs like fine dust. I sat on the overturned crate that served as my desk, the leather of my uniform...

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