The Faded Attic
The silence in the attic was not empty but thick, a physical weight that pressed against the temples and settled in the marrow, where it remained long after the boy had descended the narrow, rotting stairs to the floor of the main hall, leaving the dust motes dancing in the sliver of afternoon light that cut through the single, high window like a blade of cold steel. Thomas Whitmore stood now...
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