The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The air in the Grand Hall of the Silver Spire was thick with the scent of rotting petals and expensive perfume, a cloying mixture that coated the back of Margaret’s throat as she stood before the King. She was thirty years old, her body fused to the withering roots of the royal orchid that grew from the center of the marble floor, her skin pale and taut over bones that ached with a deep,...

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