The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The iron gate of the Bastille did not creak when I pushed it, for it had been rusted shut for a century, and the sound of my own heart was the only thing that echoed in the damp, stone-throated corridor. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a man who has spent the last forty years believing I was a monster, a creature of pure malice who had swallowed his younger brother whole. But the truth, like a splinter...

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