The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The roof caved in. It happened at noon. Sunlight cut through the dust. A beam snapped. Planks shattered. I felt the heat. I smelled the rot. I did not run. I stood still. I am old. My knees ache. My hands shake. I am a guard. I guard this house. The house is dying. It has always been dying. I thought I was the problem. I thought my age was the fault. I thought my mind was slipping. I was...

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