The Faded Attic
The hammer struck the beam. Again. And again. Master Aldric stood with his back to the window. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. He did not blink. "You are out of order," he said. His voice was flat. Cold. Elias dropped the hammer. It clattered on the stone floor. The sound was sharp. A wound in the air. "I am not," Elias said. He wiped his hands on his rag. The rag was brown. Old. "The...
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