The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The hand was the only thing in the room that did not look like it belonged. It rested on the dust sheet, pale and swollen, the fingers curled in a perpetual grasp. It was not a skeleton, nor was it flesh in the way that living things were flesh. It was something in between, a thing of memory given weight. Marcus sat on the floor, his back against the cold wall of the attic, and watched the...

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