The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall smelled of roasts and rot. It was a feast for the department. Elias stood by the wall. His hands were stiff. The leather gloves gripped the table leg. They were worn thin. The fingertips were bare. He looked at them. They were his own. Or they were not. The air was thick. Steam rose from the trays. Officers laughed. They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp. Elias did not...

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