The Wistful Show
The fog that rolled in from the harbor at dawn was not merely a meteorological phenomenon but a physical weight, a grey woolen blanket that smothered the cobblestones of Harrowgate and silenced the clatter of the horse-drawn carriages that plied the main street, and in the hushed, suspended silence that followed its arrival, Dr. Elias Thorne stood before the towering mahogany bookcase in his...
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