The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Thomas woke with the taste of copper and wet wool in his mouth. The dream was already dissolving, a grey mist clearing off the surface of his mind, leaving only the residue of cold. He lay still in the dark, listening to the tick of the radiator. It was a mechanical sound, rhythmic and indifferent, the heartbeat of the house. He did not move. His body was heavy, a dense mass of muscle and scar...

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