The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, unceasing weeping that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. Margaret stood at the window of the high-rise office, her reflection ghostly against the glass, her hand resting on the cold pane. She watched the wet asphalt below, the way the light fractured in the puddles, and felt a strange, detached calm settle over her bones. It...

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