The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The road to the Keep was paved with grey stone, worn smooth by centuries of iron-shod hooves. I walked it alone. My father had not spoken to me in three days. He stood in the Great Hall, a figure carved from winter wood, his eyes fixed on the distant gate. I carried my satchel. It was light. It held only a pen, a sheet of parchment, and a small, cold stone. The Keep rose above the valley. It...

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