THE MIRROR IN THE ATTIC
I. London in 1897 was a city that had learned to pretend. The gas lamps still glowed along Pall Mall, the carriages still clattered over cobblestones, the newspapers still declared that everything was more or less as it should be. But beneath the varnish, something was rotting. Not the city—never the city. The people. They were the ones who rotted, quietly, in the dark, until even they could no...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 15 Views 0 previzualizare