The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream was always the same. Elias woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. In the dream, his father’s face was carved into a ticking gear, the eyes hollow, the mouth frozen in a silent scream. The gears turned, grinding bone against bone, until the sound shattered the silence of the shop. Elias sat up in the narrow cot behind the...

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