The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain that afternoon did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick mirrors reflecting the grey, heavy sky above, a sky that seemed to press down upon the shoulders of everyone who walked the narrow streets, as if the atmosphere itself were a physical weight that one had to carry. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the...

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