The Faded Attic
Chapter One Ashok’s fingers bled against the rusted iron key, the metal biting into his palms as he jammed it into the lock of the chest. The attic of the ancestral home groaned, a deep, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was twelve, small for his age, and the haze from the fires in the lower districts pressed against the high windows, turning the afternoon light...
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