The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

March 12, 2024 I dreamed of the attic before I ever climbed the stairs. In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and rot, and a gray shawl hung from a beam like a shed skin. It whispered my name, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth, the certainty that the Halloway estate was not merely a job, but a trap I had walked into...

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