The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the slate roof like a drumroll. It was a low, steady thud. A heartbeat for the dying city. Elias stood at the window. He wore the gray tunic of the Watch. The wool was damp. It clung to his shoulders. He felt the cold seep into his bones. It was a sharp, biting thing. It did not care about his rank. It did not care about his oaths. The city was sick. The Rot had come from the...

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