The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dome city of Sighișoara hummed with the low, mechanical thrum of the atmospheric scrubbers, a sound that had become so constant it registered not as noise but as the baseline of existence, vibrating through the soles of my boots as I walked the printed streets toward the gene-bank. The air was heavy with ozone and damp plaster, a physical weight that settled in the lungs with every breath,...

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