The Gray-Faced Man
The dog came out of the fog like a shadow given flesh, and it bit Arthur Blackwood on the left side of his face. He was twenty-eight years old, the youngest messenger in the Royal Mail service, and he had never been afraid of anything until that moment. The dog was mad. Everyone could see it. Its jaws foamed, its eyes were clouded white, and it made a sound that was not quite a bark but...
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