The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You dream of the wool, always the wool, a heavy, coarse fabric that clings to your skin like a second, decaying dermis, smelling of damp cellar stone and the metallic tang of old blood, and you wake in the small, stifling room above the shop with the weight of it still pressing against your shoulders, a phantom garment you cannot remove because it has fused with the very architecture of your...

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