The Faded Attic

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2026-08-17 20:27:02 -

The Faded Attic

"You have to stop doing this. You are going to kill yourself, or me, or both." The voice was not my own. It was the voice of the woman in the mirror, the one who looked back at me with eyes that had gone the color of dried lake beds. I stood in the center of the kitchen, holding a knife that had been used to slice lemons for the last three days. The lemons were gone. The rind was everywhere. On...

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