The Distant Whispers
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the window of the cramped apartment into a mirror reflecting the hollowed-out face of Arthur Penhaligon, a man who had spent the last decade trying to scrape enough rent from his salary at the municipal archives to keep the ghosts of his past at bay, or perhaps it was the ghosts that kept him at bay,...
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