The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The door was heavy. Oak. Solid. I knew the weight of it. I had carried it. I had pushed it open a thousand times. My hands were still. They did not shake. They never shook. That was the job. You keep your hands steady. You keep your eyes on the target. You do not look at the ground. I stood in the hallway. The air was cold. It smelled of dust and old wood. It smelled of decay. I took a breath....

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