The Jester's Confession

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The Jester's Confession ACT I The fog rolled down Blackfriars Road like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. Arthur Blackwood watched it press against the basement window from his perch on the wooden crate that served as his armchair. Fifty-two sets of painted eyes stared back at him from the shelves, the table, the floor. Fifty-two paper faces, each one...

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