The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The silk was rotting in the hands of the clockmaker before he had even finished winding the mainspring. It was a garment of impossible finery, a gown of midnight blue that seemed to drink the light of the single oil lamp hanging from the beam of the workshop. The air in the room was thick with the dust of centuries and the metallic tang of fear. Silas Vane, a man whose hands were permanently...

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