The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the roof of the station house like a static discharge. It was a cold, metallic sound, the kind that settles in the teeth. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the interrogation room. He did not look at the desk. He looked at the floor. The linoleum was cracked near the drain. A spiderweb sat in the corner, trembling with each drop that fell. Thorne was a man built of right angles and...

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