The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hammered the skylight. I was wet. The suit was soaked through to the skin. It clung to my ribs, heavy and cold, a second skin of silk and wool that did not fit anymore. It had been tailored for a man who no longer existed. I stood in the center of the office, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. My hands trembled. Not from fear. From rage. A quiet, steady rage that...

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