The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Ashworth Mill did not fall so much as it seeped, a constant, damp exhalation from the brickwork that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Arthur Vane, a junior clerk of thirty years whose suit had begun to fray at the elbows despite his careful maintenance, stood in the central atrium with his ledger under one arm and a lantern in the other, feeling the floorboards shift beneath his...

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