The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain falls in sheets of iron. It hammers the tin roof of the watchtower, a rhythmic, deafening drumbeat that drowns out your own heartbeat. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are wet to the bone. The cold is not just a temperature; it is a living thing, a predator that gnaws at your marrow, seeking to hollow you out. You grip your rifle. The wood is slick. Your hands are shaking, not from...

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