The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine. It was a feast for the dead, or perhaps for the living who had forgotten how to breathe. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the rough grain of the wood. He was a man built for silence, though the room roared with the clatter of silver and the sharp laughter of the lords. They called him the Inquisitor. They...

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