The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dampness of the Citadel’s lowest cell did not smell of mold, but of iron, a metallic tang that coated Elias Thorne’s tongue before he had even opened his eyes. He was forty-two years old, a sergeant of the Night Watch for twenty years, and in the recurring dream that had stolen him from sleep, his own shadow was a thing with teeth, a dark mirror that lunged to bite the throat of the man it...

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