The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dream began with the smell of burnt honey. It was thick and cloying, filling the stone throat of the keep. Thomas woke on the cold floor, his breath misting in the air. He did not move. He could not. The weight of the chain around his wrist held him to the stone. It was not a heavy chain. It was thin. But it was enough. "Did you see it?" The voice was soft. It belonged to Elara. She sat on...

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