The Faded Attic
You are standing on the precipice of a world that is slowly, inexorably, burning itself to ash, and yet your hands are occupied with the delicate, almost obscene task of trying to button up a collar that no longer fits the neck it was meant to adorn, a neck that has grown thick with the weight of secrets you have swallowed like stones to keep yourself anchored to the earth while the sky tears...
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