The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The train cut through the mist like a knife through wet wool, and Elias Thorne pressed his forehead against the cold glass, watching the gray fields of the Midwest blur into a smear of indistinct shapes. He was returning to the city, to the high-rise where the air smelled of recycled ozone and stale coffee, to the glass-walled office that had become his cage. He had left his homeland three...

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