The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The box arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper that had gone brittle at the edges, smelling faintly of dust and the specific, metallic tang of old fear. "Is this it?" Miller asked, standing in the doorway of my office, his face a mask of professional concern that didn’t quite hide the sweat beading on his upper lip. "It’s the uniform," I said, my voice sounding hollow in the small room....

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