The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The nightmare is always the same, a cacophony of shattering glass that vibrates through my bones until I am awake, gasping, my hands white-knuckled around the cold iron of my service pistol, the metal biting into my palms as if it were the only solid thing left in a world dissolving into dust. I am forty years old, though the mirror in the bathroom claims I am fifty, and I have spent the last...

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