The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, cold hammering against the high, arched windows of the Blackthorn Abbey that turned the world outside into a blurred, grey smear of mud and weeping willows, while inside, the air hung thick and heavy with the scent of damp wool, old parchment, and the faint, sweet rot of apples left too long in the cellar. Brother Thomas sat in the corner...

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