The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised purple belly of the sky, a heavy, suffocating mist that clung to the eaves of the manor house and seeped into the joints of the old woodwork with the persistence of a rumor. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and decay, a perfume that Margaret Holloway had spent thirty years trying to scrub from the plaster walls...

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