The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain against the windowpane of the study, blurring the garden into a smear of wet earth and broken stone. I was pressing my thumb against the bruise on my left forearm, the one that had not faded since I was nineteen. It was a small, dark star, a constellation of my own making, hidden beneath the cuff of my grey flannel shirt. My...

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