The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

I woke in the white noise of the centrifuge, a sound that had ceased to be a sound and had instead become a texture, a fine grit of vibration that settled into the marrow of my bones and refused to dissolve, and I lay there on the narrow cot in the isolation ward, staring at the ceiling tiles which were stained with the ghostly, yellowish maps of old water leaks, and I thought about the fact...

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