The Echo of Rain

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The Echo of Rain

The rain in London did not fall; it besieged. It was a grey, suffocating curtain that blurred the line between the soot-stained cobblestones and the weeping sky. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window of the attic room, watching the droplets race down the glass like tears of a dying god. He was twenty-one, but his eyes held the exhaustion of a century. He remembered the first time. The first...

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