The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The air in the hall smelled of stale gin and damp wool. Rain lashed the high, narrow windows of the Blackwood manor. It was a storm that had come early, violent and purposeful. Inside, the chandelier swayed gently, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The guests stood in clusters, their faces illuminated by the flickering gaslight. They whispered. They watched. Elias stood by the...

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