The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, black mirrors, reflecting the weak, amber glow of the single lantern that swung above the door of the apothecary. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender, crushed juniper berries, and the heavy, metallic tang of old iron. Elias sat at the back of the...

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