The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain tapped against the windowpane. A steady, rhythmic drumming. It was Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. Time had become slippery in the last few months. Elias sat in his armchair. The leather creaked under his weight. He held a photograph in his hand. The edges were worn soft. The color had bled out of it. All that remained was a ghostly blue hue. It was a picture of a house. A tall, narrow...

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