The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You drive the sedan into the gravel lot of the community center. The tires crunch. It is loud. Too loud. You step out. The air smells of wet asphalt and cut grass. It is October. The leaves are brown. They stick to your shoes. You look at the building. It is beige. It is flat. It looks like a box. You adjust your tie. You check your phone. No messages. You take a deep breath. You walk toward...

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