The Silencer of Wychwood
ACT I The fog rolled down Cheapside like a slow tide, swallowing gas lamps one by one until the entire East End existed inside a wall of grey. Sebastian Cross stood in the doorway of the basement room, watching it consume the street. His head throbbed with the familiar ache that came after the treatments -- a deep pressure behind the eyes, as though something were pushing outward from inside...
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