The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fog was thick enough to taste, a cold, metallic slurry that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and settled in the crevices of his boots. He stood on the ridge, the wind tearing at the hem of his wool coat, listening to the silence that had fallen over the highlands since the last siren died. Three years. Three years since Silas vanished into the mist, leaving behind only a half-smoked...

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