The Dust of Innocence
The rain in the English countryside did not fall; it haunted. It clung to the grey stones of the moor and seeped into the marrow of the bones, a persistent, cold drizzle that seemed to erase the boundary between the earth and the sky. Arthur, a man of science whose only companions were the dead specimens in his jars and the echoing silence of his own thoughts, found her in the hollow of a...
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