The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The feast was loud. Cups clinked. Wine sloshed. Laughter rang in the stone. Sir Aldric sat at the high table. His armor was polished bright. It gleamed under the tallow lights. He did not eat. He did not drink. He watched. His hands were still. They rested on the map spread before him. The ink was fresh. The lines were sharp. They cut the parchment like veins. Across the room, Captain Elias...

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