The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall in the basement of the Whitmore estate did not smell of roasted goose or spiced wine, but of wet clay, rotting lilies, and the metallic tang of old blood that seeped through the floorboards like a slow, dark tide, a sensation that Margaret Holloway felt vibrating in her teeth as she stood at the edge of the table, her hands trembling not from the cold that permeated the stone...

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