The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The cart groaned against the packed earth of the King’s Highway, a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the twilight as we approached the threshold of the Ashwood Valley, where the ancient oaks stood like sentinels guarding a secret that had festered in the soil for three centuries. I held the reins tight, my knuckles white against the leather, my eyes fixed not on the road ahead but...

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