The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the Iron Hall, a gray, weeping veil that blurred the world outside into a smear of soot and wet cobblestone, where the steam from the vents curled like ghostly fingers reaching for the sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the vast, echoing chamber, his back to the door, his shoulders hunched under the weight of a coat...

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