The Faded Attic
"Put the ledger down, Arthur. Now." The voice came from the doorway, thin and sharp against the low hum of the heating vents. Elias stood there, his collar unbuttoned, his face pale with the specific exhaustion of a man who has been awake too long in a room that does not want him. Arthur did not look up. His fingers, stained dark to the knuckles, moved across the vellum of the Imperial...
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