The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"Do you think she’s still up there?" The voice was small. It cracked like thin ice. Margaret looked up. The room smelled of wet wool and coal dust. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless, industrial drumming that shook the floorboards. She did not answer. She could not. Her throat was tight. Her sister, Clara, stood in the doorway. Clara was twenty-two. She wore a dress...

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