The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The trowel scraped against the plaster, sending a cloud of lime dust into the air, and Elias Thorne coughed, a dry, rattling sound that echoed in the rafters. He was forty-five years old, and his knees ached with a damp, persistent cold that had nothing to do with the November wind. The St. Jude’s Orphanage attic was a condemned space, a rotting lung of the town’s history, and the board had...

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