The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain is not falling but is rising, a cold, metallic mist that climbs the walls of the room you are currently trapped in, and you are standing in the center of a circle drawn in chalk that is slowly dissolving into the wet floorboards, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the scent of vanilla and burnt sugar that has saturated the air, a smell so potent...

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