The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the Blackwood estate, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingers knocking on a door that would never open. I stood in the hallway, holding my hat. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold, though the air was thin and sharp. It was the tremor of a man who has held his breath for too long. My name is Elias...

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