The Faded Attic
The rain fell on the shingles. It fell hard. It fell cold. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water. He held a glass. The glass was thin. The glass was old. The house was big. The house was dark. The house breathed. He was a scholar of herbs. He knew the roots. He knew the leaves. He knew the poison. He knew the cure. He had written the books. The books were thick. The books were heavy....
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