The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped into the bones of the city, a cold, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of Whitechapel and turned the gaslight into a sickly, jaundiced haze that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the fog. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the constabulary station, his hand resting on the iron frame, feeling the dampness creep up his wool trousers...

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