The Faded Attic
Attic, the place where light goes to die, where the dust of the world settles like a fine white snow and coats everything in a pale shroud. Arthur Pendelton had spent forty-two years in the trade of second-hand clocks — repairman, restorer, curator of timepieces that had outlived their owners — and still he did not know what to do with the attic of his late mother's house in Dorset. The house...
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