The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the industrial district into a slick, reflective mirror of the gaslights and the towering, soot-stained brickwork of the foundry. Inside the central office of the Ironclad Manufacturing Company, the air was thick with the scent of stale tobacco, wet wool, and the metallic tang of anxiety that seemed...

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