The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The room smelled of stale coffee and wet wool. It was the break area. The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sick note that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. We were all there. Twelve of us. The senior squad. We had just finished a twelve-hour shift. The kind where you forget your own name. The kind where the world stops making sense. We stood in a loose semicircle. Holding mugs. Staring at the...

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