The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The air in the basement was thick, smelling of wet plaster and old paper. Silas Vane did not mind. He liked the dampness. It felt honest. Above him, the world was dry and brittle, a place of ledgers and silence. Down here, in the sub-basement of the Archival Bureau, the truth was liquid. It seeped into his shoes. It soaked into his skin. Silas was a restorer. Or that is what the job title said....

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