The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The carriage wheels bite into the gravel of the royal approach, a sound like grinding teeth in the thin, early morning air. You are seated in the back, your knees pressed together, your hands resting on a bundle of cloth that you have carried across the sea and through the narrow, winding streets of this foreign capital. The fabric is a deep, indigo blue, dyed with the indigo plants of your...

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