The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ledger showed four hours of labor, but my hands had been shaking so badly I had counted the stitches in the torn lining of my coat three times before I could stop, each thread pulling tight against the skin like a wire meant to hold a body together. I am Silas, a constable of Oakhaven, thirty-two years old, and the air in this town does not merely smell of wet iron and rot, it tastes of it,...

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