The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The taste of iron and rosemary was still clinging to the back of my throat when I opened my eyes, a phantom flavor from a dream that had no beginning, only a lingering, metallic ache that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I lay there in the high-ceilinged chamber of the White Tower, the stone beneath me cold and unyielding, listening to the heavy, rhythmic thud of the heartbeat that...

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