The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The lamp sputtered in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows across the attic floor. Arthur Vane adjusted his spectacles, the lenses thick as bottle bottoms, and stared at the jagged rock on the table. It hummed. The vibration was a low, persistent thrum that he felt in his teeth, in the hollow of his chest, a sound that had grown louder every year since he had first unearthed it from the...

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