The Faded Attic
You have to understand the attic to understand anything else about the man you became, and since you are reading this the way you would read a building, room by room, you might as well begin there. For twenty-three years you climbed the same narrow stair behind the north clock of the Hall of Records, the treads worn hollow by your father's boots and your grandfather's before him, and you told...
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