The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that blurred the edges of the city and turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the pale, indifferent sky. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the great hall, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the heavy oak door handle, the brass worn smooth by decades of anxious hands. He was a man who had...

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