The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The iron hammer struck the obsidian slab with a sound like a bone breaking, yet the glass did not shatter. Margaret Holloway, her knuckles white and her breath ragged in the cold attic air, swung again, the heavy head of the tool blurring in the dim light that filtered through the single, grime-caked window. The surface of the mirror, dark as a dried lake, remained unblemished, reflecting back...

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