The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The air in the Hall of the Inner Chamber smelled of damp stone and old ink. It was a scent that clung to the lungs, heavy and sweet, like the breath of a dying flower. Elias stood by the tall window, his back rigid, his hands clasped behind him. He did not look at the door. He knew who stood there. The silence was not empty. It was full of the weight of things unsaid, of the long, cold years of...

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