The Ashes of Mars
The rain in London does not wash things clean. It makes them darker. It turns the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflect nothing worth seeing, and the gas lamps into yellow halos that illuminate nothing worth illuminating. Arthur Penhaligon knew this better than most men in his position, which is to say he knew it better than men who had never been in his position, which was a position...
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