The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain slicked the cobblestones outside the Magistrate’s office, turning the afternoon light into a grey, bruised smear. Elias stood before the heavy oak door, his hand hovering over the brass knocker, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He needed the ledger. He needed to prove that Silas had not been a thief, but a martyr. The door opened before he could strike it....

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