The Faded Attic
The rain had been falling for three days, a grey curtain that turned the road into a slurry of mud and broken twigs. Elias Vane pulled his collar tighter against the damp chill, the wool of his coat feeling less like protection and more like a second skin that had begun to rot against his flesh. He was a man who had forgotten the weight of his own name, or perhaps he had simply shed it like a...
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