The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the dim gaslights and the looming, iron-framed silhouettes of the textile mills that lined the riverbank, and it was into this wet, suffocating silence that Thomas Bradshaw walked, his boots heavy with the mud of the street, his uniform crisp but his spirit...

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