The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The house breathed. That was the only word that fit. It inhaled the damp of the cellar and exhaled a scent of lavender and old dust from the upper rooms. Margaret stood in the hallway, her hands trembling slightly against the banister. She had come to sell. That was the deal. The estate was too large for one woman, even one as wealthy as Margaret. The solicitor had been kind but firm. The...

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