The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Filomena’s hands were slick with the salt-wet dust of the reclamation yard when she found the crate of bottles. Forty-two of NineElm Crossing stood in the damp, their glass cloudy with age, counted out by the foreman who watched her with the dull suspicion of a man who had learned to distrust women who asked questions. She was Filomena Xavier, a translator for the palace, though here in the...

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