The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain tapped against the window. A rhythmic, hollow sound. It marked time. It erased it. Elias stood in the center of the room. The floorboards creaked under his weight. He was old. His bones were brittle glass. He held a coat. It was black. The wool was dense. Heavy. It smelled of cedar and old smoke. It smelled of him, twenty years ago. The city outside was grey. The skyline jagged. A...

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