The Distant Whispers

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The rain in the industrial quarter of London did not wash things clean; it merely made the soot slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the bruised sky and the gas lamps burning with a sickly, yellow pallor. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the window of his study, a room that smelled of damp wool, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of the new chemical compounds he had...

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