The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the dirt road into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at the iron-shod hooves of the horses and the leather boots of the men who rode them. It was a gray, suffocating morning in the highlands, where the mist clung to the heather like a shroud and the air tasted of wet stone and old blood. Captain Elias Thorne sat rigid in his saddle, his hand...

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