The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The jar was empty. That was the first thing I saw. The glass was thick, clouded with decades of dust and the residue of something that had once been golden. I held it up to the sliver of light cutting through the boarded window. My hand trembled. It was a fine, high tremor, the kind that starts in the fingertips and works its way up the wrist, a vibration that seemed to belong to the bone...

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