The Faded Attic
The rain hammers the thatch of the chapel roof, a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles deep in the marrow of your bones, a sound that has accompanied you for the thirty years you have stood in this cold, stone-walled crypt beneath the manor house, guarding the secret that you believe has stolen your daughter’s soul. You are Thomas Bradshaw, a...
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