The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Your fingers, stiff with the cold that seeps through the floorboards of the *Herald* composing room, hover over the lead type, each letter a cold, heavy tooth in the mouth of the machine. The Linotype sits before you, a beast of iron and steam that breathes out a hot, sulfurous mist, and you are forty-two years old, a senior typesetter who has spent three decades setting type by hand, yet you...

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