The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The silver shards do not hum; they scream, a thin, high-pitched keen that burrows into the base of my skull and refuses to leave. I sit in the damp cold of the cellar, the stone walls sweating with the autumn chill of 1342, and I try to fit the fourth fragment into the jagged gap of the brooch. It is a piece of the Saint’s halo, bent and tarnished, but when my fingers brush the metal, the...

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