The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the city’s oldest district, turning the air into a wet, breathing entity. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the window of his study, watching the fog consume the streetlamps one by one, erasing their light until only the dark remained. He was a man who had spent thirty years cataloging the whispers of...

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