The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The mud was thick. It clung to my boots like wet wool. I stood in the courtyard of Blackwood Keep, the rain hammering the stone. My sword was raised. My arm burned. Across from me, Sir Alaric held his shield high. His face was hidden behind the visor. He looked like a ghost. Or a demon. It was hard to tell. The rain blurred the lines. I had been here for three years. I was the King’s Hand. A...

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