The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The silence in the infirmary was not empty; it was full of the tick of the clock and the slow, rhythmic breathing of the dying. You sat in the corner, your hands clasped tight in your lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the gloom. You are an exile here, a woman from a land you will never see again, wearing the grey habit of the Order of St. Jude. You are...

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