The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the grey concrete of the street into a mirror for the low-hanging clouds that pressed against the windows of the immigration office on the fourteenth floor. Elias Thorne sat in the small, windowless waiting room, his hands resting on his knees, where the faint, dark tracery of ink had begun to seep through...

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