The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was hurled, a grey, industrial sleet that turned the cobblestones of the district into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the neon bleed of the gas lamps and the towering, soot-blackened chimneys of the textile mills that strangled the skyline, and in the midst of this howling, metallic storm, Arthur Penhaligon stood with his back pressed against the...
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