The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The bell rang. It was not a polite ring. It was a scream of iron. Marcus stood in the square. The cobblestones were slick with rain and blood. He looked down. His left hand was gone. From the wrist up. The stump pulsed. Red. Then black. He did not feel it. He felt the air. He felt the cold. "Get up," he said. His voice was a stranger’s. Rough. Wet. Around him, the crowd screamed. They ran. They...

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