The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"Is that a watch, Sergeant? Or is it a confession?" The voice came from the shadows of the triage tent, cold and administrative, cutting through the haze of morphine and rot. Elias Thorne tried to lift his head, but his neck felt like rusted iron, stiff and unyielding. He could not see the man who spoke, only the smell: a sharp, chemical tang of carbolic acid mixed with the sweet, cloying...

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