The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The house was breathing. It was a deep, rattling exhalation that shook the dust from the rafters. Margaret stood in the center of the attic. The air tasted of copper and old rain. She held the key in her hand. It was cold. It burned. She had come back for the truth. Or so she thought. The floorboards groaned under her boots. They were thick planks. Dark wood. They remembered footsteps that were...

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