The Faded Attic
The dust did not settle in the air above the cobblestones of the old city, but rather hung suspended, a thick, golden haze that seemed to possess a weight of its own, pressing down upon the shoulders of Elias Thorne as he walked, a man who had crossed oceans to find a home that refused to recognize the shape of his face, a man who carried within the hollows of his ribcage a silence so profound...
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