The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hit the glass. It drummed. A steady, cold rhythm. Kael woke. He was not in his bed. He was in the attic. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. It was a smell he knew. It was the smell of his father’s study before the fire. Before the silence. He stood. His legs felt heavy. Leaden. He wore a suit. A grey wool suit. The fabric clung to him, damp and cold. He looked at his hands....

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