The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The cake was too tall. It stood on the marble table like a white monument to my own stupidity, three tiers of vanilla sponge sweating under the heat lamps of the banquet hall. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the vibration of the room. Two hundred people. Two hundred eyes. Two hundred mouths waiting to judge the weight of my silence. I wiped my palms on my skirt, the silk...

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