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The Last Exorcist
The Last Exorcist
The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow, tasting...
The Gilded Glove
I first met Julian Ashworth on a Tuesday in October 1893, when he arrived at our boarding house...
The Last Candle
The Last Candle
The summons arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in the East India Company's heavy...
The Progressive Eye
The rain in New York did not wash things clean. It made the streets slick with oil and the...
The Gold in the Gills
I found it in the sturgeon's stomach, and I remember the weight of it in my palm—heavy, golden,...