The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hammered the windshield like a fist against a locked door. Margaret drove. The wipers failed to keep pace with the deluge. They slapped back and forth, a metronome counting down the seconds of her sanity. The headlights cut a pale, sickly wedge through the blackness. The road was a ribbon of wet slate, slick and treacherous. She gripped the wheel. Her knuckles were white. They were the...

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