The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Chapter One Every city keeps a ledger of its sins, written in the damp plaster of its oldest walls. Francisco Xavier stood in the center of the precinct’s banquet hall, the smell of roasted pork and stale beer mixing with the metallic tang of the cork floors, while the candles on the long table bent their flames toward him, defying the draft from the open windows. He was forty years old, a...

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