The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The jar sat on the windowsill. It was glass. It was thin. Inside, the honey had turned to stone. Mara looked at it. She did not touch it. Her fingers hovered. They trembled. The city hummed outside. It was a low sound. A buzz. Like bees. But cold. She was nine. She felt old. Her knees ached from the cold. The apartment was small. It smelled of dust. And old paper. And her mother’s perfume. The...

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