The Faded Attic
The tower shook. It was not a rumble. It was a shudder. The stones screamed. Miles Vane fell. He hit the flagstones. Hard. Dust rose. Gray. Thick. He coughed. "Up," said the voice. It was soft. Miles scrambled. His hands bled. "Up." He looked. The floor was gone. Below, the void. Black. Deep. He looked up. The bridge was broken. Splinters of oak. Like teeth. Lady Elara stood at the edge. Her...
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