The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The leather of the rifle case creaked as I buckled the final strap, a sound like a knuckle cracking in the cold. Twenty years of service had worn the wood smooth, the metal cold and heavy in the way that only iron becomes after decades of handling. I counted the cartridges one by one, sliding them into the pouch until the weight settled against my hip, familiar as a second pulse. My name is...

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