The Faded Attic
Clara woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, the phantom weight of a key still clutched in her fist. It was the same dream, the one that had plagued her for three weeks since the news about her brother, Thomas. In the dream, she stood in the basement of the Meridian Tower, a corporate monolith of glass and steel that rose over the city like a tomb. The air was stale, thick with the smell...
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