The Faded Attic
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the landscape into a watercolor of mud and decay, and within the suffocating silence of the abandoned train car, Elias sat with his back against the rusted metal, his hands trembling as he held the small, bruised apple that had been his only companion for the last forty years, the...
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