The Pale Bonsai
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, gray curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones of the alley and the wet, breathing brickwork of the buildings that huddled together like conspirators, and I stood there, my coat soaked through to the bone, watching the water pool in the hollows of the ancient stones where the light of the gaslamp struggled to penetrate,...
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