The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Thomas. The name hung in the air, heavy as wet wool. It was spoken by his wife, Elara, from the doorway of the kitchen. She did not look at him. She looked at the floorboards. They were lifting. "Thomas," she said again. "The beams." He turned. The great oak support in the corner of the room, the one his grandfather had hewn from the forest of Alderwood, was weeping. Not water. A black, viscous...

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