The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The vibration started in the floorboards before it reached the walls. It was a low, thrumming hum, like a train passing miles away, but the tracks were long gone. I stood in the center of the kitchen, my hand pressed flat against the oak table, feeling the wood shiver beneath my palm. I coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to echo louder than the hum. Arthur stood by the door, holding a...

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