The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink is still wet on the page when you feel the weight of the seal press against your palm. It is a heavy, cold thing, carved from bone that has long since lost its warmth, and it does not look like the wax stamps the University expects. You hold it in the small, drafty office on the third floor of the Hall, the room that smells of dust and old vellum. Outside, the city of Aethelgard...

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