The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The heat of the burning thatch was a physical thing, a heavy hand pressing down on my helm, yet it was the coldness in the eyes of Magistrate Thorne that froze the blood in my veins more surely than the winter wind. I stood in the center of Oakhaven’s square, my sword still wet with the blood of the men I had been ordered to purge, the "heretics" who had only dared to speak against the new...

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