The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The hammer bit into the rotting timber with a sickening, wet crunch that echoed through the vast, hollow belly of the old textile mill, and for a moment, Arthur stood still, his breath hitching in his chest as the dust motes danced in the single shaft of grey light that pierced the high, shattered window, illuminating the swirling chaos of his own undoing. He was a man who had built his life on...

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