The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The stone cracked not with a sound, but with a silence that sucked the air from the great hall, leaving the dust motes hanging in the shafts of pale afternoon light like frozen insects. Marguerite stood at the center of the marble floor, her hands pressed flat against the cold, unyielding surface, feeling the vibration of the fracture travel up through her palms and into her bones. She was not...

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