The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"Thorne! Come down here, you old mule, before the frost sets in." The voice belonged to Councilman Halloway, sharp and brittle as a twig snapping under a boot, echoing off the stone walls of the watchhouse square. I stood at the window of my attic room, fifty-two years old and feeling a century heavier, watching the sun dip below the tree line of Oakhaven. My hands trembled against the cold...

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