The Wistful Show
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it accumulated, a grey, heavy mist that settled into the pores of the brickwork and the skin of the men who walked the streets with heads bowed against the chill. Elias Thorne moved through this damp atmosphere with the mechanical precision of a man whose soul had been slowly ground down by the friction of his own work. He was an investigator of the...
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