The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain does not fall here; it rises, a slow, viscous mist that climbs the ancient oak trees and settles on your skin like the breath of a sleeping god, and you stand in the center of the clearing, the mud sucking at your boots with a wet, heavy pull that feels less like earth and more like the mouth of a beast that has decided to keep you, while behind you, the sound of the siege is not the...

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