The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The silver clasp was cold, colder than it should have been for a metal object sitting on a mahogany desk, and I held it between my thumb and forefinger until the skin whitened. It was a simple piece of hardware, tarnished and pitted, but it was the only thing left of the wedding dress, and the only thing left that mattered. Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the smell of...

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