The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand at the edge of the black water, watching the droplets climb the air like silver threads unraveling from a loom in the sky. It is a strange silence. Not the quiet of a library, but the held breath of a room where someone has just died and the mourners have not yet arrived. You are tired. Your legs ache with a deep, grinding exhaustion that sleep...

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