The Wistful Skyline
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and dissolved the distinction between the solid and the spectral. Inside the high-ceilinged study of the Bradshaw estate, the silence was heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic, mechanical tick of the grandfather clock in the corner and the wet hiss of steam rising from the...
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