The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The roof gives way. Not slowly. Not with a creak. It tears open like wet paper. Dust plummets. You stand in the center of the great hall. The air tastes of ash and old wood. You are not alone. You are the Keeper. This is your post. This is your life. The sun cuts through the hole in the ceiling. It lands on your feet. It is cold. It is bright. It is a wound in the sky. You look up. The rafters...

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