The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Thorne. The word was spat by the foreman, a sharp, dry click in the gas-lit hallway that cut through the humid, soot-choked air of the Imperial Textile Consortium’s administrative palace, and it landed on my back like a physical blow, forcing me to straighten my spine and look up from the ledger I had been balancing for the last three hours. I was twenty-four years old, and my hands, usually...

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