The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

June Quimby’s hands were slick with the grease of the semaphore lever, the metal biting into his calluses as he forced the arm down to signal the approaching storm, the sea fret erasing the town in a white, physical erasure that swallowed the moor and the mill alike. He was thirty-two, a lighthouse keeper’s son turned inquisitor of sorts in this convict colony of a parish, and he wanted the...

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