The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"You have the salt," the boy whispered. He stood in the center of the round table. The wood was dark, stained by decades of spilled ale and blood. Outside the stone walls, the wind howled like a wounded dog. It was not a wind. It was the breath of the kingdom. "Give it to me," said the High Judge. His voice was dry. Like parchment scraping against bone. He wore the mask. It was white. It...

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