The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fire took the roof before I could reach the door. I remember the smell first. It was not the sharp, chemical bite of modern accelerants, but a thick, oily sweetness, like burning wool and old varnish. It hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, before the heat even touched my skin. I was in the attic, my hands deep in the dust, searching for something I had no right to keep. The beams above...

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