The Faded Attic
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window of the supply closet into a smear of mud and wet brick, a monochrome landscape that seemed to breathe against the cold glass, pressing its damp, suffocating weight against the only source of light in the room, which was a single, flickering fluorescent tube that buzzed with the frequency...
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