The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The carriage jolted. We were far from home. The sky was a bruise of grey and violet. I clutched my satchel. Inside, the leather creaked. It was a heavy sound. It was the only sound I trusted. "Are you certain?" asked Julian. He looked out the window. His face was pale. His eyes were wide with a fear I recognized. It was my own fear, reflected back. "I am certain," I said. My voice was steady....

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