The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the air, a heavy, viscous gray sludge that coated the cobblestones of the lower district. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his workshop, his hands slick with the resin of a half-finished clock mechanism, and watched the crowd surge against the barrier. They were chanting, but the words were lost in the drumming of the downpour and the...

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