The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the cellar, not spoken by a living tongue, but scraped from the rotting flesh of the dead who lined the stone walls. I sat on a stool, my knees drawn up to my chest, the cold seeping through the wool of my breeches until the joint itself ached with a dull, persistent throb. Outside, the mist pressed against the high, narrow window, a grey, viscous thing...

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