The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The mud sucked at their boots with a wet, tearing sound. Hale kept his eyes on the road. The rain fell sideways, cold and sharp, stinging the skin of his face. He did not wipe it. He could not spare the motion. His hands were fists at his sides, white-knuckled, trembling with a violence that had no target yet. Behind him, in the carriage, sat the Lady. She was silent. She was always silent now....

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