The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pocket watch lay in my palm, its brass case cold and smooth against the rough skin of my knuckles. It was a heavy thing, a piece of machinery that had once kept time with a precision that felt almost holy, but now the hands were frozen at 4:17, the exact minute the timber snapped in the Deep Shaft. I turned it over, feeling the weight of it, the density of the metal, and I thought of Silas,...

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