The Sight
The Sight I. The Breaking Point (起势) The water in the Thames does not hide things. It reveals them. That was what Ignatius Blackwood told himself on the morning he returned to London, five days after drowning in the current off Wapping. He had been washing the docks—scraping barnacles from the pilings, an old man's job, a job for a man past his prime, which is to say a man past fifty. The tide...
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