The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You hold the brass key. It is cold. Your fingers are wet. The rain has not stopped. It has not stopped for three days. The town is gray. The town is wet. The town smells of coal and rot. You stand in the doorway. Your wife, Clara, stands inside. She is smiling. It is a thin smile. It does not reach her eyes. "You are late," she says. Her voice is soft. It cuts like glass. "I have made tea." The...

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