The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the window glass. I sat in the center of the living room, my back against the cold wall, watching the water streak down the pane in slow, weeping lines. The house was quiet, a silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums. It was the silence of a place that had been waiting for...

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