The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

"Give me the file. Now." The ink on my fingers was warm. I smelled of bleach and rust. Chapter One I am Usman Kiyani. I am thirty-two. I work in the Imperial Bureau of Records, a junior archivist in a building that smells of damp stone and old blood. My sister, Amina, was erased last month. Her name is gone from the census. Her apartment is empty. I need her sealed file to prove she was...

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