The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The coat was red. It was a violent shade, the color of arterial blood, the color of a stop sign in a blizzard. It hung on the back of a wooden chair. The chair was old. The wood was scarred. The room was cold. Dust motes danced in the shaft of pale light. I stood still. My breath was shallow. My heart hammered. I could feel it in my teeth. Arthur was there. He sat on the edge of the bed. His...

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