The Faded Attic
The winter of 1912 settled over the town of Harrowgate like a heavy, gray shroud, pressing the snow against the frosted windows of the local armory until the glass groaned under the weight of the cold. It was in the small hours of a Tuesday morning, while the rest of the garrison slept in their barracks, that Sergeant Elias Thorne found the ledger, a slim black book tucked behind a loose brick...
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