The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had turned the gravel drive into a slurry of grey mud, sucking at the tires of my mother’s car as it groaned up the steep incline toward the old house. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the wipers slap against the glass in a frantic, rhythmic dance, each swipe clearing only a fraction of the world before the storm swallowed it whole again. My mother, Helen, sat behind the wheel...

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