The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the city into a single, weeping smear of stone and shadow. You stood in the center of the square, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air, feeling the weight of the iron key in your pocket like a second heartbeat. It was a key that should have rusted away long...

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