The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The leather was slick with rain and something older, something that felt like grease under Elias’s thumb. He stood in the alley behind St. Jude’s Hospital, the back door propped open by a crate of expired saline, and clutched the coat to his chest. It was a heavy thing, a dark brown hide that had once been supple but was now stiff with age and the particular stiffness of guilt. His father,...

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