The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The house held its breath. Mara stood in the attic. The air was thick. It smelled of dust. It smelled of rot. It smelled of old paper. Sunlight cut through the rafters. Thin beams. Pale gold. They landed on the floorboards. They landed on her hands. Her hands were shaking. She had come to hide. Or so she thought. She had come to be alone. But the house was not empty. The house was listening....

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