The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the skin of the city and seeped into the very stone of the buildings, turning the air into a heavy, breathing thing that pressed against the windows of the precinct station where Captain Elias Thorne sat in the dim glow of a single fluorescent bulb that flickered with the irregular, arrhythmic pulse of a dying...

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