The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the window with a rhythmic, hollow thud. It was the sound of the city washing itself, or perhaps trying to drown out the noise. Margaret sat in the chair by the wall. The chair was old. It smelled of dust and dried lavender. She held a small glass jar in her hands. Inside, the water was cloudy. A single white lily pad floated on the surface. It was perfect. It was whole. Margaret...

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