The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the Yorkshire moors, and I watched the grey sky swallow the sun, feeling the weight of my debts pressing against my chest like a physical stone. I was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades appraising the estates of the dead, a profession that required a coldness I had long since mistaken for competence. Silas Blackwood, my mentor, my father in...

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