The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The house is dying. You know this before you do. The air tastes of rot and old paper. You are alone in the study. The rain hammers against the glass, a relentless, industrial drumbeat. Your hands tremble. You press them against the desk to stop the shaking. It does not help. "Are you there, Elias?" Your sister’s voice comes from the hallway. It is thin. Fragile. You do not turn around. You...

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