The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fire started in the boiler room at 0400. I was standing on the landing of the third floor. I held a brass compass. It was heavy. It was warm. The heat was already pressing against my boots. The air tasted of sulfur and old dust. I looked at the compass. The needle spun. It did not stop. It vibrated with a high, thin hum that I felt in my teeth. I am a man who follows rules. I am a man who...

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