The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windowpanes of the precinct, a relentless, gray thumb against the glass, blurring the view of the industrial district where the smokestacks of the old textile mills still stood like broken teeth against the low, bruised sky. I stood in the corner of the interrogation room, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the ache in my right...

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