The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The bell tolled nine. It was a heavy sound, iron striking iron, shaking dust from the rafters of the scriptorium. Elara stood by the window, her hands clasped tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She was the senior copyist, a title that carried no power, only weight. The ink was dry. The day was done. But the Abbot had not yet given the word to leave. He stood in the shadows near the altar,...

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