The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The hammer fell against the joist with a dull, wet thud that seemed to echo longer than it should have. "Arthur, stop that," Dr. Halloway said from the bottom of the stairs, his voice thin in the cold draft. "You are going to crack the whole floor, and you are coughing blood into your handkerchief." Arthur did not stop. He was thirty years old, a widower, and a carpenter whose workshop on Mill...

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