The Faded Attic
The kettle sang. It was a thin, reedy sound. Thomas heard it. He did not look up. He scrubbed the floor. The water was cold. His hands were red. The castle walls were damp. The stone wept. Thomas was a knight. He wore no armor. He wore wool. He was the court’s cleanser. He swept the dust. He scrubbed the blood. He was a man of dirt. He was a man of duty. The Duke watched. The Duke sat on the...
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