The Faded Attic
Act I Kostas Fotopoulos remembered the weight of the silence in the attic, a heaviness that pressed against his eardrums before he ever looked up at the vines strangling the roof beams. He was thirty-four, a temple accountant who had spent twelve years balancing the ledgers of the dead, and now he sat in the dust of his own inheritance, trying to sell the only thing left that was not a debt....
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