The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You dream of hands. They are yours. They are not. You wake. The ceiling is white. It is clean. It is a lie. You are in the palace. It is not a palace. It is a building of power. The glass is high. The air is cold. You are the new one. You are the exile. You came from the rain. You came from the mud. Now you are in the glass. You are safe. You are watched. There is a man. He is the guide. He is...

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