The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ledger lay open on the scarred oak table, its pages thick with the scent of dried lavender and the metallic tang of old blood. You ran your finger down the column of expenditures, the ink smudging slightly under the friction of your skin, until your gaze stopped on the final entry: *Silver dust, refined. One vial. Cost: forty guineas.* It was a sum that would have bankrupted a merchant in...

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