The Faded Attic
The letter I wrote to you, my dearest, was never sent. It sits in the drawer of my apothecary desk, the ink faded to a ghostly brown, just as the light in this room has faded over the past three days. I am Elias Thorne, and I am dying, but not in the way you would expect. I am dying because I chose to break the law of our village, and the law of Oakhaven is written in ash. I want you to know,...
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