The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The sky did not fall; it dissolved. One moment the grey slate of the roof was a familiar ceiling, the next it was a churning void of violet static, and the floorboards beneath my boots turned to mist. I stood on the edge of a precipice that was not stone, but woven memory, and the wind tasted of ozone and old pennies. This was the Place Between, the realm where the discarded and the desperate...

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