The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink is black, but your hands are trembling, Elara. You sit before the *Codex of Mirrors*, the forbidden text bound in skin that seems to breathe in the candlelight, and you tell yourself that you are merely a scribe. You are merely a tool of the Duke’s will, copying the words of the ancients to prove your intellect surpasses the male scholars who mock your sex. But the Glass Man stands in...

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