The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"You’re late." Elias stood in the doorway. The hallway smelled of dust and old paper. Rain tapped against the window glass. A steady, rhythmic drumming. The city outside was gray. The streetlights buzzed. They flickered in the damp air. Elias looked at his watch. The second hand ticked. One, two, three. He did not blink. His eyes were dark. They held no warmth. They were the eyes of a man who...

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