The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had been falling for three days without ceasing, a relentless gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick mirrors reflecting the hollow, rain-swollen faces of the townspeople who stood in the streets, watching the great stone house at the end of the lane where the Magistrate resided, their breath misting in the cold air as they waited for the executioner...

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