The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The train groaned against the iron bones of the earth, a metallic shriek that cut through the thick, suffocating fog of the industrial valley, and you pressed your forehead against the cold glass, watching the blurred, soot-stained fields of the Midlands slide past in a grey smear of memory and rust, while the weight of the iron cross on your chest felt less like a medal and more like a shackle...

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