The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had been falling for three days when I left the house. It was not a storm, but a gray, persistent weeping that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick mirrors. I carried no bag. I wore my gray coat, the one with the fraying cuffs, and I walked toward the estate of Lord Ashworth. The air smelled of wet wool and rotting leaves. I was not a man, not in the way the...

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