The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain drawn tight against the high, arched windows of the Magistrate’s office, blurring the city into a smear of wet stone and distant gaslight. I sat in the heavy oak chair, the leather creaking under the weight of my silence, watching the water trace erratic paths down the glass. Outside, the streets of London were a labyrinth of...

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