The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain fell like a curse. It beat against the slate roofs of the Keep. Inside the high vaulted hall, the air was thick with sweat and blood. Sir Caelan stood alone. His hands were slick with red. The sword in his grip was heavy. It had been heavy for a long time. The stone floor was cold beneath his feet. He felt the chill rise through the soles of his boots. It climbed his legs. It settled...

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