The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You wake, or rather, you are woken, not by the sun which has not yet dared to break the horizon of the valley, but by a sound that is less a noise than a presence, a low, rhythmic thrumming that seems to rise from the very stones of the floor, vibrating through the soles of your feet and climbing the spine until it settles behind your eyes, a dull, persistent ache that tastes of iron and old...

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