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Climbing up there
The folding ladder creaked under his weight as he climbed into the attic. The air up there smelled faintly of dust and wood, with a coolness that suggested poor insulation. A single bulb hung in the center, casting a warm cone of light across the sloped ceiling. The attic appeared empty except for a few stray mouse droppings and an old broom leaning in the corner.
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