The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"You have to leave before the bells ring," he whispered, his breath a cloud of gray mist that hung in the air between us, thick and heavy as wet wool. We stood on the precipice of the old stone bridge, the iron railing cold against your palms, slick with the condensation of a night that had no true source, no moon to cast its silver, no stars to pierce the velvet black of the sky which seemed...

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