The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hammered the corrugated roof. It was a steady, industrial drumming. Maren sat in the dark. The room was small. A closet-sized office. The walls were damp. They smelled of mold and old paper. She held a pen. It was a standard biro. Black ink. Her hand trembled. Not from cold. From the weight of it. The client file lay open. Page one. The name was redacted. A black bar. Thick. Opaque....

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