The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the windshield like gravel. Leo pressed his forehead against the glass. The wipers slapped back and forth. A rhythm. A heartbeat. Outside, the world was gray. The trees were ghosts. The road was a snake. He was driving. He had to drive. The engine hummed. It sounded like a warning. They were late. The bus was waiting. The children were waiting. Leo checked his watch. The hands...

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