The Faded Attic
The room did not have a floor, only a suspension of dust that hung in the air like the snow in a memory no one had yet agreed to forget. Julian stood at the edge of this void, his boots sinking slightly into the particulate matter, each step a small, deliberate act of defiance against the gravity that seemed to have lost its mind. He was still wearing the uniform, the fabric stiff with the...
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