The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The bell tower rang the hour of the wolf. The city slept. It slept under a skin of silver mist. The mist tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. Miles stood on the roof. His boots were wet. The water was cold. It seeped into his socks. He did not feel it. He felt only the weight. The weight of the thing in his bag. The bag was heavy. It pulled at his shoulder. It pulled at his soul. He looked...

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