The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The brass buckle of his belt was cold against the desk, a small, hard thing that seemed to hold the weight of the last twenty years in its tarnished surface. Elias Thorne sat in the dim office of Border Station 4, the light from the single desk lamp cutting a yellow wedge through the dust motes that danced in the still air, while outside the window the sky turned the color of a bruised plum,...

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