The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The mirror was broken. Not shattered into a thousand glittering shards that sang in the draft, but split by a single, jagged scar that ran from the upper left to the lower right. It lay on the floor of the attic room, a slab of silvered glass resting on a bed of dust and dead moths. I held it in my hands. The weight was wrong. It should have been heavy, cold, and solid. Instead, it felt light,...

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