The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream was always the same: Elara, no older than six, standing in the grey light of the attic, her small fingers wrapped around a porcelain vial of laudanum. She did not cry. She simply looked at Arthur with eyes that were too old for her face, and then she dropped the vial. It did not shatter; it dissolved into a fine, white dust that settled on the floorboards like snow. Arthur woke with...

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