The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, gray rhythm against the shingles of the farmhouse, a sound that seeped into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the doorway of the attic, his heavy coat dripping onto the warped floorboards. The air up here was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust, a cloying perfume that he had associated with safety...

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