The Faded Attic
The autumn of 1347 settled over the walled town of Oakhaven like a damp shroud, clinging to the thatched roofs and the narrow, mud-caked lanes where the scent of rotting turnips mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had begun to seep into the air from the distant rumors of plague. Thomas Bradshaw, a boy of twelve with ink-stained fingers and eyes that held the weary precision of a...
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