The Faded Attic
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the gas lamps that no one had lit in a century. Elara Vane stood in the doorway of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Preservation of Historical Texts, her coat damp and clinging to her shoulders, watching the figure of Thomas Ashworth walk away...
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