The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The train to the coast was a rattling, iron lung that exhaled steam into the grey morning, and Arthur Penhaligon sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his spectacles fogged by the condensation on the window. He was a man who lived in the architecture of data, a senior archivist for the Municipal Records Office, a position that required a specific kind of intellectual rigor: the ability...

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