The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The coat is on the chair. It has been there for three days. Do not touch it, Arthur. The weight of the wool is wrong; it pulls at the air, heavy as wet sand, though the room is dry. Arthur Vane stood in the center of the archive, his spine rigid, his hands trembling at his sides. He was thirty years old, a senior archivist at St. Jude’s Asylum, and he had spent the last six months cataloging...

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