The Faded Attic
The roof gave way at noon. Dust fell like gray snow. It coated the uniforms of the men standing in the central hall. It settled in the creases of their collars. It filled the lungs of the building itself. Captain Elias Thorne stood still. He watched the collapse. A beam of oak, ancient and blackened, splintered against the floor. The sound was a wet crack. It echoed in the silence. Thorne was...
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