The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had been falling on the slate roofs of the old textile district for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the soot-streaked brickwork and the distant, chugging silhouette of the steam locomotive that never seemed to stop moving. I sat in the back of the carriage, my hands resting on my knees, feeling the vibration of the...

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