The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors reflecting nothing but the low, bruised sky. It was the kind of weather that seeped into the bones, a damp chill that no amount of wool or wine could fully drive out, settling into the joints of the old men who sat in the taverns, nursing their ale and their regrets....

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