The Faded Attic
The fever did not come gently, as the doctors in their starched collars and heavy wool coats claimed it would, but rather it arrived like a freight train tearing through the quiet, soot-stained streets of Millhaven, a grinding, metallic shriek that shattered the fragile glass of my composure and left me standing in the ruins of my own body, shivering beneath the weight of a world that had...
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