The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fog rolled off the harbor and settled into the ribs of the city like wet wool, choking the gaslights of the Ashworth Textile Mill until they were mere orange blisters in the dark. Elias Thorne stood by the window of the night watch office, his hand resting on the velvet coat draped over the back of his chair. It was Mara’s coat. She had worn it the night the shelling started, the night the...

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