The Faded Attic
The rain lashed against the high windows of the Hall, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of everyone present. It was the final night of the estate sale, the liquidation of a dynasty. The room was cold, the air thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. In the center of the space, on a velvet-draped table, sat the object of contention. It was not a crown, nor a...
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