The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink was still wet when the first shard punched through the blotter. Arthur Vane stared at the porcelain sliver, jagged and white, protruding from the surface of his desk like a broken tooth. It had not been there a moment ago. He did not pull his hand away. He waited for the pain to register, but the cold was what hit him first, a sharp, industrial chill that seemed to rise from the...

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