The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The white moth hovered in the sliver of grey light cutting through the attic’s dust, its wings beating a silent, frantic rhythm against the air. Arthur Vane watched it, his eyes burning from the strain of the ledger before him, while Elara coughed softly from the cot behind him, the sound wet and jagged in the stillness. He needed the Senior Assessor position by Friday, a fact that sat in his...

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