The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink was black, but the page was white. Elias held the scrap of parchment in his left hand, the one that did not tremble. It was a fragment of the Great Ledger, torn out during a fit of rage three nights prior, and it had burned in his pocket ever since. The heat was not that of fire. It was the heat of a fever, a dry, grinding pressure against the skin of his palm. He was forty years old, a...

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