Walton70 (riley1295466)

The smell hit me first, a wave of sun-baked dust, old wood, and something faintly metallic, like pennies left to sweat on a hot sidewalk. It yanked me back, not gently, but with the force of a rogue wave, to Grandma Millie's attic. I was maybe ten, bored out of my skull on a swel

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The smell hit me first, a wave of sun-baked dust, old wood, and something faintly metallic, like pennies left to sweat on a hot sidewalk. It yanked me back, not gently, but with the force of a rogue wave, to Grandma Millie's attic. I was maybe ten, bored out of my skull on a swel

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