The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the glass. It drummed a steady, hollow beat against the windowpane. Julian stood in the center of the room. He did not move. His hands were at his sides. They were still. He wore his uniform. The wool was damp. It clung to his chest. The medals on his breast caught the dim light. They glinted once. Then they went dark. He looked at the door. The wood was oak. It was old. The grain...

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