The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air in the warehouse smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old iron. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, a battered oak slab buried under a landslide of case files, his fingers stained with ink that would never wash out. He was a detective, though the title felt increasingly like a costume he had been forced to wear, a role...

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