The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained. It pressed against my chest like a stone. I was a boy again. I was in the attic. The dust motes danced in the single beam of light. They were not dust. They were eyes. I sat up. The room was cold. Rain lashed against the windowpane. It sounded like fingers tapping on glass. I looked at my hands. They...

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