The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Grand Hall, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to mock the stillness within. It was a Tuesday evening in late October, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and roasted chestnuts. Eleanor Vance stood at the center of the room, her back to the crowd, her spine a rigid line of defiance. She was a scholar of architecture, a woman who had...

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