The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The attic air tasted of dust and old paper. It smelled like time had died here. Maren sat on a crate. Her back was against the sloping beam. The light was thin. It cut through the grime. It made the air look thick. She held the map in her hands. It was folded small. It was a square of yellowed cloth. It was not paper. It was silk. It was soft. It was cold. She had found it yesterday. It was in...

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