The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The paper was yellow, brittle at the edges, and smelled of damp wool. I held it under the single tallow candle in the workshop, the flame trembling in the draft that whistled through the cracks of the shutters. It was a ledger, bound in cracked leather, found tucked behind a loose board in the attic. The numbers were cramped, written in my father’s hand, but the entries for the last twenty...

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