The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had stopped, leaving the city washed and gleaming, but the cold remained, a persistent ache in the marrow of the bones. Elias Vance stood by the window of his third-floor apartment, watching the streetlights reflect off the wet pavement. Below, the taxis moved like slow, yellow fish in a dark sea, their headlights cutting through the mist. Inside, the room was sparse. A desk, a chair,...

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