The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream is always the same: the oak tree in the courtyard, its bark peeling away in long, dry strips, the leaves turning to a brittle, rust-colored powder that clings to your clothes. You wake with the taste of dust in your mouth, the clock on the nightstand reading three in the morning, the silence of the house pressing against your eardrums like deep water. You are Elias, forty-two years...

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