The Wistful Skyline
The first time Arthur Penhaligon saw the London skyline from the roof of his flat in Camden, it was raining. Not the postcard drizzle of tourist brochures, but a proper November deluge that turned the Thames into a sheet of hammered lead and made the Shard look like a needle stitching grey sky to greyer earth. He gripped the wet iron railing with fingers that had gone numb, and something in his...
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