The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edge of the moor where the road dissolved into heather and mist. Elias drove his cart slowly, the wheels creaking against the mud-slicked stones, the sound a rhythmic complaint that seemed to match the ache in his own joints. He was a man of cloth, a tailor who had long since stopped mending the shirts of men who could...

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