The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The first thing Arthur noticed was the smell. It was a thick, rotting sweetness, like overripe pears left to ferment in a closed jar, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of wet iron. He gripped the brass key in his palm, the metal cold and slick against his sweating skin. The door to the estate groaned open, revealing a hallway that seemed to stretch into a dark, breathing throat. Arthur was...

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