The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The pen in Arthur Vane’s hand hovered over the blotter, the nib dripping a single, heavy drop of black ink that pooled on the paper like a wound refusing to close. He did not look up as the clerk, a thin man named Elias with fingers that always smelled of cold iron and stale tobacco, slid a fresh form across the desk. Arthur’s eye, however, was fixed on the small, square sample of floorboard...

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