The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream had the texture of wet velvet, heavy and suffocating, pressing against the back of my throat. In it, I was standing in the atrium of the Meridian Spire, a structure of glass and steel that had once been the crown jewel of the city’s corporate district. But the glass was clouded, not by dirt, but by a sort of biological calcification, a slow, white spreading that looked disturbingly...

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