The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The parchment lay on the workbench, its edges curling from the heat of the furnace behind me. It was a simple document, a ledger of debts, signed by the Bishop’s steward in ink that still smelled of iron and vinegar. I read the figures twice, the weight of the numbers pressing against the back of my eyes. Forty years of service. Twenty years of labor in the mines before I learned the breath of...

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