The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like old bones cracking in the cold. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his hands folded tightly on his knees, the leather of his gloves worn thin at the palms. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and ink-stained fingers, but today he carried no ink, only a heavy, woolen bundle wrapped in brown paper. The air outside was sharp, biting at his...

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