The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fire started in the rafters of the old mill house, a sudden, roaring betrayal of the dry timber that had stood for a century, and you stood in the yard with your hands empty, watching the smoke turn the sky the color of a bruised plum. You were the village sage, or so the people of Oakhaven called you, a title that sat ill on your shoulders given that your hands shook when you held a pen...

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