The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the Abbey of St. Jude, a rhythm that sounded less like water and more like the tapping of impatient fingers. I stood before the great mirror in the Abbot’s study, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, my reflection staring back with eyes hollowed by three years of wandering. The glass was old, darkened...

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