The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"Is it finished yet?" The voice came from the dream, thin and stretched like taffy, before the attic door creaked open in the waking world. Elias rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his fingers finding the cold, damp wood of the doorframe. It was 1348, and the air in the small room above the scriptorium smelled of mildew and old vellum. He was forty years old, a merchant of words who had traded in...

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