The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The blade did not cut flesh. It cut the air, a sharp, white line against the grey twilight. Silas stood in the center of the square. The cobblestones were wet with rain that had not fallen yet, a dampness that seemed to rise from the earth itself. He was tall, though his spine was curved, a question mark of bone and sinew. His skin was the color of old parchment, tight and pale, mapped with...

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