The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The moss had eaten the doorframe first, then the hinge, then the very idea that the house stood straight. I remember the smell of it, that thick, sweet rot that rises from old timber when the rain has been heavy for too long, a scent like wet wool and forgotten grief. I was the Watchman, or so the parchment said, bound in the iron clamps of the Guildhall, my duty to keep the peace in the shadow...

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