The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dust did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of gray motes dancing in the single beam of light that cut through the boarded-up window. Captain Elias Thorne held his service pistol with both hands, the grip slick with sweat, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that sounded like tearing silk in the silence of the attic. He was a man who had spent twenty years policing the...

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