The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the sound of it against the tin roof of the precinct house was a constant, hollow drumming that matched the rhythm of your headache. You stood in the doorway, holding a cup of cold coffee, watching the grey mist swallow the street. "Is it true?" asked Miller, standing behind you. His voice was soft, stripped of its usual bravado. He was a young man,...

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