The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink in the well was frozen solid, a black slab that refused to yield to the nib of my pen, and I stood in the attic, my breath hanging in the air like smoke from a doused fire, listening to the sound of the wind tearing at the shingles below. I was thirty years old, a constable of the town of Millhaven for six years, and in those six years I had never heard a voice so distinct and so cold...

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