The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The hill town of Caltagirone moved in the grey dawn, its stone streets slick with the ice that had felled the elms last night, the carts squeaking in a single, arrhythmic note as they hauled the levy grain to the temple granaries. Marco Messina, the bonded scribe and inspector of the Imperial Court’s hygiene laws, stood at the threshold of the apothecary’s attic, his badge heavy and cold in his...

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