The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old iron, a scent that clung to the wool of my tunic and settled into the pores of my skin like a second, heavier breath, while outside the high arched windows the rain lashed the cobblestones of the capital in a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that seemed to echo the pounding of my own heart, which had not slowed its...

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