The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain tapped against the roof of the holding cell, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that matched the pulse in Elias’s jaw. He sat on the steel cot, his hands folded in his lap, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. The room was small, a cube of cinder block and cold air, smelling of bleach and old sweat. Through the heavy, barred window, the corridor lights flickered. They...

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