The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The wool coat hung on the back of a chair, heavy with the damp of the attic air. Elias Thorne held the collar in his left hand, his knuckles white, while his right hand brushed the fabric. It was a dark, mottled grey, the kind of tweed that held its shape even after decades of neglect. The smell was not of dust, but of iron and old smoke. He had come up here to find tax records, to sell the...

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