The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

You are lying, Elias. The voice does not belong to you, yet it carries the cadence of your own breath, dry and rasping against the rafters of the Blackwood Estate attic. It is a sound like dry leaves scraping across a stone floor, persistent and cold. You want to scream that you did not take the silver, that the audit is a trap, but the room swallows your denial before it leaves your throat....

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