The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream was always the same, a loop of wool and rust where Clara stood in the attic wearing the charcoal suit Elias had discarded the morning of their wedding, the fabric clinging to her ribs like a second skin that refused to let her breathe, and when he woke, the sweat on his brow felt less like moisture and more like the damp rot of the oak floorboards beneath him, compelling him to rise...

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