The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pen in Arthur Penhaligon’s hand was a heavy, brass-nibbed thing, cold against the pad of his thumb, and he held it with a grip that had long since ceased to be relaxed. The train shuddered through the dark, a rhythmic clatter that vibrated up through the floorboards and into the bones of his left knee, a phantom ache that defied the silence of the night. He was forty-two years old, an...

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