The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The drive to the coast was a blur of gray asphalt and rain-streaked windows, the wipers chopping a rhythmic, mechanical beat that felt less like maintenance and more like a countdown. I had driven for four hours without stopping, the air conditioning blowing a cold, sterile wind against my face, while in the rearview mirror, my own reflection watched me with a detached, clinical curiosity. It...

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