The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ledger had been due for audit for eleven days, a fact that hung in the air of the attic like the smell of wet wool and old iron, and Elara stood at the threshold with her hand resting on the cold stone, counting the hours until the winter solstice when the debt collectors would arrive to take the house, the farm, and eventually the last of her years. She was forty, a widow of three years,...

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