The Faded Attic
Edmund Blackwood had always assumed that attics were for forgetting. The space above the ceiling, where the roof slanted down to meet the floor like a ceiling of its own, seemed designed by architecture to trap what people could not bear to keep downstairs. For forty-two years he had avoided the attic of Blackwood Manor, a Georgian townhouse on Pemberton Lane that belonged to his grandmother...
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