The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"You look like a ghost, Thomas." I didn't answer. I stood by the window, watching the rain strip the leaves from the maple tree in the yard. The glass was cold against my forehead. My father sat in the wingback chair. The leather was cracked and dark, like old blood. He held a pipe in his hand, but the bowl was empty. He didn't smoke. Not since the mill closed. Not since the cough took the...

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