The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Margaret stood in the center of the room. The dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. They were silent witnesses. She held the dress. It was blue. Faded blue. The fabric was thin. It had worn away at the elbows. It had worn away at the hem. She held it close to her chest. The scent was faint. Lavender and old paper. And something else. Fear. The house was quiet. The town was quiet....

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