The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Maren dreamed of a hand. Not a specific hand, but the concept of one. The fingers were long, pale, and stripped of skin. They were bone white, like the inside of a seashell. They gripped nothing. They held the air with the tension of a bowstring. Maren woke with her own right hand clamped under her cheek. The pressure left four red ridges. She sat up. The room was dark. The cold was a physical...

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