The Faded Attic
The rain fell in sheets, turning the mud of the collapsed warehouse floor into a thick, sucking slurry that fought every movement Elias Thorne made. He was on his knees, his knuckles white, digging frantically through the debris with a trowel that felt like a lead weight in his hand. He was looking for a coat. Not just any coat, but the charcoal wool overcoat Dr. Aris had worn to the final...
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