The Faded Attic
The road to the city of Oakhaven was not paved with gold, as the bards claimed, but with crushed granite and the dust of centuries. I walked it on legs that had not known a straight line in forty years. My name is Elara, though the townsfolk called me the Hollow Woman, a nickname that stuck to my skin like wet wool. I was not hollow inside; I was hollow in the way a bell is hollow, filled with...
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