The Faded Attic
Chapter One In Donegal, the rain does not fall so much as it settles, a grey dust that clogs the gears of the world and stops the whole city in its tracks. Colm Doherty stood in the doorway of the old Gasworks attic, the key cold in his hand, listening to the low, persistent hum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. It was a sound like a held breath, trapped under the floorboards, and...
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