The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray veil that smothered the valley of Oakhaven in a silence so profound it felt heavy against the eardrums. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window of the great manor house, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the mist swirl around the old oak tree that had watched over this family for three centuries. He was a man of few words, his face...

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