The Shell in the Walls
The river ran through Edinburgh like a wound, dark and slow and full of things that had been thrown away and forgotten. On its banks, where the tenements pressed close together like frightened children, there lived William Sterling and his mother, Mrs. Sterling, in a third-floor walk-up that smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage and the faint sweet rot of a city that had forgotten them....
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