The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

I was dreaming of the rain again, that thick, industrial drizzle that seemed to seep through the very bones of the house, a persistent, gray liquid that had no beginning and no end, only a relentless, rhythmic pounding against the slate roof of the estate in the Black Country where the air tasted of coal dust and old regrets, and I woke to find that I was not alone in the attic, for there stood...

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