The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink did not dry; it breathed. Silas Vane stood before the ledger, his quill suspended in the air. The room was not a shop. It was not a house. It was a cathedral of fog, suspended in a void that had no horizon. The air tasted of iron and burnt sugar. He looked at the page. The numbers had moved. They were not digits. They were small, black moths, fluttering against the vellum, trying to...

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