The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The road out of the valley was paved with white stones, each one cracked by the weight of centuries, and I walked it with my hands tucked deep into the pockets of a coat that no longer fit my shoulders. I was leaving the village of Oakhaven, a place that smelled of damp wool and woodsmoke, to find the Citadel on the ridge. The air was thin here, sharp as a blade against the skin. My name was...

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