The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain slicked the asphalt of Main Street, turning the town of Oakhaven into a smear of gray and neon. You stood at the center of the square, the weight of your badge a cold iron anchor against your chest. Around you, the crowd was not cheering; they were waiting. The air tasted of ozone and wet pavement, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat. This was the night the town decided...

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