The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You stand at the threshold. The door is ajar. Beyond it, the attic breathes. You enter. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light. They are not dust. They are sparks. You know this. You have always known this. The air tastes of copper and old rain. It is the taste of the war. Or perhaps the war tastes of the air. It is hard to tell anymore. You are far from home. The miles have eaten your...

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