The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Your hands are slick with the condensation of the glass, the cold biting into the pores of your knuckles as you wipe the condensation from the windowpane, a task that feels less like cleaning and more like an attempt to scrub the fog from your own mind, and you know that by the time the sun sets, the moon will be full, and the room will be waiting, a room that does not exist in the daylight but...

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