The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

My hand was trembling as I adjusted the strap of my flashlight, the plastic cold and slick against the sweat of my palm, and I watched the red cardinal sit on the top shelf of the filing cabinet, its feathers a violent, impossible splash of color against the gray dust of the municipal archive. It did not move. It did not blink. It simply looked at me with an eye that was black and deep as a...

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