The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The glass bottle shattered against the mud. Miles crouched low. He picked up a shard. It was thick. It was sharp. It caught the gray light of the morning. He held it up. The liquid inside was dark. It was thick. It smelled of iron. It smelled of old blood. He was in the moor. The mist was heavy. It clung to his coat. It soaked through to his skin. The air was cold. It bit into his lungs. He had...

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