The Last Clay

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The Last Clay

The sky went wrong on a Tuesday. Arthur Pendleton was twelve years old and standing in the street behind his boarding house in Whitechapel when the light changed. It was not a dramatic change—no explosion, no thunder, no falling stars. The light simply became wrong, the way a photograph becomes wrong when developed in the wrong chemicals. Everything took on a yellowish tint, like old parchment....

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