The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain slicks the cobblestones outside the keep, turning the world into a smear of gray and black. You stand by the window, your hand resting on the cold iron latch. The air smells of wet stone and old blood. You can feel the vibration of the castle in your bones, a low hum that has been your lullaby for twenty years. Inside, the fire is dying. It pops and hisses, sending up a wisp of smoke...

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