The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The hall blazed with tallow. Candles dripped. Wax pooled on the stone. Red wine stained the floor. Sir Julian stood. He held a goblet. His hand shook. Not from fear. From cold. The air was thick. Heavy with smoke. And sweat. And old blood. He looked at the King. The King was young. Too young. His face was pale. His eyes were wet. "Speak," the King said. His voice was thin. A reed in wind....

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