The Faded Attic
The paper was thin, brittle at the edges, and stained with the damp rot of the attic floor. Elias held it up to the guttering candle, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the debt written in his father’s cramped hand. It was a list of names, dates, and sums, a ledger of bribes paid to Lord Blackwood’s clerk to keep the estate deed from being seized. He had found it...
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