The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pry bar bit into the rotting oak, snapping with a sound like a dry bone breaking. I pulled, my shoulder digging into the grain, and the floorboard gave way with a groan that echoed off the sloped rafters. Dust billowed up, a thick brown cloud that settled on my hair and stung my eyes. I coughed, wiping my sleeve across my face, the fabric already stiff with the damp cold that clung to the...

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