The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You leave the shop before the bells ring. The air smells of rain and old iron. You push the door open. It sticks. You pull it with your shoulder. The hinges scream. It is a sound you have heard ten thousand times. It does not scare you anymore. You step onto the wet cobblestones. The town is asleep. The windows are dark. Only the streetlamp flickers. It buzzes like a dying fly. You walk fast....

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