The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The engine died. That was the last thing I wanted. I stood in the rain. The rain was cold. It cut through my coat. My hands shook. I looked at the mirror. You always look in the mirror. I looked at the glass. It was dark. I saw my face. It was not my face. It was older. It was tired. It was a mask. I touched the glass. It was warm. It should not be warm. Rain is cold. The glass was warm like...

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