The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Nervous, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I stood at the window of the infirmary ward, watching the gray water streak down the glass, blurring the view of the overgrown grounds below. In my hands, I held a small, leather-bound journal. It was...

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