The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You hold the bone. It is cold. It is white. It is yours. The rain hammers the thatch. Thunder rolls like a chariot over the hills. You are on your knees in the mud. The mud sucks at your boots. You feel the weight of the sword in your hand. It is heavy. It is iron. It is old. Thomas is there. He stands by the wall. He does not run. He does not scream. He watches you. His eyes are dark. His eyes...

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