The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Sota Watanabe’s hands were already slick with the sticky, amber sap of the tsutsu when the first flake of lacquer peeled away, and with it went the smell of the hospital corridor where his mother had died. He dropped the brush. The floorboard creaked under his weight, a low, groaning sound that seemed to come from deep within the earth beneath the machiya. He knew he should have stopped. He...

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