The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, reflective mirrors of the sky above. You stand in the center of the square, your uniform pressed tight against your chest, the fabric damp and heavy with the dampness of the air, and you feel the weight of the silence that has gathered around you like a physical thing....

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