The Faded Attic
The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the station, a relentless, industrial drumming that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s shoes and into the marrow of his bones. He stood at the edge of the platform, his hand white-knuckled around the strap of a leather satchel that felt heavier than stone, heavier than the years he had spent trying to outrun the shadow of his own making....
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