The Faded Attic
The black banner of the Duke of Aveline snapped against the grey sky like a wound in the air, and you felt the blood drain from your face as the drums began their low, rhythmic thumping in the town square. It was the year 1348, and the plague had already taken your mother and father, leaving you and your younger brother Thomas as the sole inheritors of a small scribe’s shop and a growing dread...
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