The Faded Attic
The jar on the counter is the only thing in this room that hasn’t changed its color since we started, and you keep staring at it because if you look at the walls long enough they seem to breathe in with the smell of the damp earth and the copper tang of the old blood that never quite washed out of the grout, even after all those years of scrubbing and bleaching and pretending that the stains...
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