The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The jar sits on the table. It is cracked. You know this. You have known it for three days. The glass is thin, almost translucent, like the ice on the pond in winter. Inside, the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon light. They do not settle. They never settle. Your name is Elias. You are from the coast. The sea took your home. It did not take your soul, not yet. But it took your roots....

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