The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The letter lay in Elara’s palm, its edges soft and worn from the friction of her fingers. The paper was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the cedar dust that permeated the attic. She stood before the Lord Chancellor, the document trembling slightly in her grip, while he sat behind his massive oak desk, his face a mask of rigid, institutional patience. The room was high-ceilinged and...

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