The Faded Attic
The glass bottle shattered on the floor. It was a thick, green vessel. It held no wine. It held no medicine. It held only silence. Major Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room. He looked at the shards. They glinted under the chandelier. The chandelier was gold. The gold was fake. It was painted brass. The room was a hall of mirrors. The mirrors showed only his face. His face was old. His...
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