The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The yarrow is dry. It crumbles. I hold the bundle in my left hand, the mortar in my right. The mortar is cold stone, older than the house, older than my father, older than the fever that has taken Maren. I am twelve. I know the weight of things. I know the weight of the silence in the village, a silence that has thickened for three days, since the first shiver ran through my sister’s bones. I...

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