The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The blood was hot, a visceral and immediate thing, slick against the rough canvas of his tunic and cold against the skin of his hand where it had slipped free, and Sergeant Elias Thorne did not remember choosing to draw his sidearm, only the absolute necessity of the motion, the way a lung draws air in a fire, and the man before him, a young recruit with eyes wide and wet with a terror that had...

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