The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

In the damp cold of the attic, Thomas held his daughter’s hand, the skin cool and papery against his palm, feeling the faint, rhythmic flutter of a pulse that was retreating deeper into the bone. He had woken from the same dream for the third night in a row, where Elara lay on a bed of rotting straw, her small fingers clutching a withered apple that turned to black dust in his grip. It was the...

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