The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The dust in the attic tasted of iron and old paper, a dry grit that coated my tongue as I held the rusted key up to the sliver of light piercing the shutters. Below us, the rhythmic pounding of the siege drums echoed off the stone walls, a steady, mechanical heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with the trembling of my own hands. I was thirty years old, a scribe of modest reputation in the...

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