The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink bled into the grain of the oak, a dark and hungry stain that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Elias stood in the center of the attic, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper, and watched as the symbol he had just scrawled across the floorboards began to glow. It was a small thing, a circle with a line through it, but in the dim light of the single bulb hanging from the...

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