The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The sky split open like a wound. It did not rain. It bled. The blood was thick, warm, and smelled of iron and old copper. Thomas stood in the center of a room that had no name. The walls were made of mist, swirling in slow, hypnotic circles. He was not alone. His brother, Edward, stood ten feet away. Edward held a sword. The blade was black. It drank the light. Thomas looked at the sword. He...

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