The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Celestine Girard, thirty-two, a weary knight, stood in the courtyard of the stone keep, the air thick with the damp of the wet season that would not end. I held Elara’s heavy iron-bound cloak against my chest, the metal cold and biting through my tunic. She did not speak; we had not spoken in three years. The High Council’s decree lay on the table beside us, a sheet of paper that smelled of ink...

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