The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the tin roof of the station. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the desk. The wood was scratched. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. He waited. The town of Oakhaven was small. It sat in a bowl of hills. The river cut through the center. It was a place where everyone knew the price of a loaf of bread and the...

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