The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain beats against the windowpane. It is a steady, grey rhythm. You sit in the corner. The chair is hard. The air is cold. You are the warden. You are the prisoner. The walls are close. The silence is thick. It has a weight. It presses on your chest. You breathe in. You breathe out. The cycle continues. It is the only clock you have. You were a soldier once. You carried a rifle. You carried...

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