The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, treacherous mirrors, reflecting the low, bruised sky above. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and old iron, watching the last of the refugees trudge northward into the fog. He was not one of them, not truly,...

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