The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The train did not stop at the end of the line. It simply stopped moving, the pistons falling silent with a heavy, metallic sigh that seemed to swallow the remaining light of the afternoon. Elias Vane sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands resting on his knees, palms pressed flat against the wool of his trousers as if to ground himself in the reality of the seat. Beside him, Margaret...

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