The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The bell tolled in my dreams. It did not ring out with the clear, sharp resonance of copper and iron, but with a dull, wet thud, like a ripe fruit dropping into mud. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. Not the metallic tang of blood, but the heavy, rusted flavor of an old spoon left in a tin cup for years. My wife, Elara, was asleep beside me. Her breathing was shallow, a rattle in her...

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