The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The ink on the ledger page shifted before Arthur’s eyes, the numbers for the missing forty pounds rearranging themselves into a neat, falsified sum, a phantom correction that smelled faintly of copper and old dust. He stood in the attic of their narrow row house on Canning Street, the air thick with the scent of rotting timber and the distant, rhythmic thud of the factory hammers that had...

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