The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling of wet wool and ink. It was from the City Council, its seal a heavy, indifferent circle of red wax. I read it three times, the words blurring into a smear of bureaucratic malice. My family’s deed to the house in County Clare, the stone walls my grandfather hauled from the bog, was gone. Seized. The reason given was "public order violations," a phrase so...

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