The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The air in the archive smells of rot and old iron. You know the scent. You have known it for twenty years. It is the smell of your own skin. You sit in the lower quadrant of the Great Hall. The floor is stone, cold against the soles of your boots. Above you, the rafters groan under the weight of centuries. The candles are lit. They burn with a steady, blue flame. There is no wind. There is no...

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