The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages swollen with the humidity of the cellar. Elias Thorne counted the silver coins for the third time. One hundred and twelve. The dowry required two hundred. He wiped his brow with a rag that smelled of machine oil and lavender, then turned back to the guest list. The wedding was in three hours. The Guild Master, Aldous Vane, was expected to arrive...

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