The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, rhythmic drumming. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of dust and old wool. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water fall. He did not blink. His hands were trembling. They were pale. They were thin. He looked at his reflection. The face stared back. It was a stranger’s face. The eyes were hollow. The mouth was tight. He felt a cold...

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