The Faded Attic
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the coastal highway into a slick, treacherous ribbon of black asphalt, and through the fractured windshield, where a spiderweb of cracks radiated from the center like the frozen veins of a dying god, Captain Elias Thorne watched the treeline dissolve into the nothingness of the sea. Beside him, in...
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