The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the precinct lobby, heavy and wet, spoken by Captain Halloway with the same weary cadence he used for expired warrants and broken windows. I stood there, my left hand trembling against the cold steel of the railing, the rain from the street outside drumming a frantic, arrhythmic beat against the high glass panes behind us. I wanted my sister. I wanted her out...

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