The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The cellar air was thick, tasting of wet stone and rot. Elias Vane, forty years old and hollowed by debt, knelt before the rack of his late father’s garments. He was a master tailor, a man of thread and shears, but today he was a thief in his own home, prying at the lining of the coat his father had worn the day he died. The bankruptcy notices had piled on his desk like snow, burying his...

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