The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The coat was red. It was a violent, arterial red, the kind that stains the linen of a sheet or the floorboards of a hallway. I saw it hanging on the hook by the door of the Chancellor’s office. It was not his. It was never his. It belonged to the man I had sold to the machinery of the state. I stood in the antechamber, my leather shoes clicking on the cold marble, and I watched the fabric sway...

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