The Faded Attic
The door was ajar. It should have been sealed. I had checked it three times before the rain started to hammer against the slate. But there it was. A gap wide enough for a breath. Wide enough for a lie. I pushed it open. The air inside tasted of copper and old dust. My sister, Elara, was gone. Her chair sat in the center of the room. Empty. The light fell in long, pale shafts. It illuminated the...
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