The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the mill, a sound that had become the only heartbeat I recognized. I sat in the high chair by the window, the one with the broken spindle that I had never repaired because I was too proud to admit I needed help, and watched the grey water swirl in the millrace below. My hands were still....

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