The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The door did not open. It dissolved. Ellis stood on the threshold. The air behind him smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. The air ahead smelled of nothing. Not empty. Absent. He stepped forward. The floor was made of glass. It was black. It was thick. Beneath his boots, he saw the machinery of the house turning. Gears the size of wheels. Pistons that breathed. Steam that moved like smoke. He...

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