The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The feast had begun. Candles guttered. The air was thick. Smoke. Wine. The smell of roasting lamb. It hung heavy. It pressed against the skin. Edmund sat. He did not eat. He watched. The shadows moved. They danced on the stone walls. They stretched long. They twisted. They had no shape. Or perhaps they had many. The hall was cold. The fire died down. The embers glowed. A dull red. Like a...

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