The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain was not merely falling; it was invading, a cold, persistent drizzle that seeped through the gaps in the window frames of the municipal office, chilling the linoleum floor where Elias Thorne stood, his leather apron still stained with the grey dust of cedar shavings, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the ferocity of the argument that had just concluded with the heritage...

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