The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a horizontal scourging of iron water that turned the moors into a churning sea of black silt. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the mud with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to pull the very breath from his lungs. He was not a man accustomed to the open sky, but a creature of the shop, of the measured cut and...

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