The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that dissolved the sharp edges of London into a smear of wet brick and sodium light. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the dilapidated row house on Vesper Street, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the water trace chaotic paths down the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp plaster and old...

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