The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The birdcage in the window of the upper gallery was not made of gold, nor was it hung from a chandelier of crystal, yet it held the only silence in the entire hall of the Industrial Commission, a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. It was a modest thing, wrought of iron wire that had begun to rust in the damp London fog, and inside it sat a canary with...

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