The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain was a gray curtain against the window, blurring the world outside into a smear of asphalt and sodium light. You stood in the center of the room, your boots heavy on the hardwood, listening to the tick of the clock. It was a sound that had been waiting for you, a metronome for a dance you hadn't realized you were already performing. Your father had left this room exactly as he found it,...

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