The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall; it was driven sideways against the grey stone of the keep, a relentless assault that sought to erode the very mortar holding the world together. Inside the great hall of Blackthorn Keep, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, damp stone, and the metallic tang of old blood that never quite faded from the floorboards. Sir Elias Thorne stood before the High...

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