The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The mist clings to the floor of the valley. It is thick. It is cold. You stand at the window. You do not move. The glass is cold against your cheek. You are old. Your bones ache. The house is silent. The dust settles. The light fails. You are the Keeper. This is your name. It is not a title. It is a burden. You have held it for forty years. The village watches you. They whisper. They point....

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