The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain does not wash the city clean. It only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors that reflect nothing but the hollows of your own face. You walk. You have been walking for three days, perhaps four. Time has become a viscous fluid, thick and difficult to stir, pooling in the gutters where the streetlamps flicker with a nervous, yellow anxiety. You...

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