The Faded Attic
The attic of the house on Harcourt Lane had not been opened in eleven years, not since the day Eleanor Voss drove her aunt Violet Marcy's coffin out to East Finchley Cemetery and locked the front door with a key she immediately dropped into the Thames. She told no one. She did not cry. She went home, made a cup of tea, and drank it standing at the kitchen window, looking at nothing in...
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