The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The wind is a blade. It cuts through the wool of your cloak. It cuts through the silence. You are walking. The road is mud. The sky is lead. You carry a spear. You carry a burden. You do not look back. You cannot. The forest looms. It is ancient. The trees are black giants. They watch you. They remember. The air is thick with rot. And with something else. Something sweet. Something wrong. You...

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