The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air was cold. It bit my lungs. I was in the dark. Not a true dark. A deep, violet bruise of a night. Stars pricked the sky like needles. I knew where I was. I knew why. My legs were stiff. My bones ached. I was a child. I had to be. I felt small. I felt heavy. "Did you see it?" The voice was rough. It scraped my ears. I looked up. A man stood over...

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