The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hits the cobblestones with a sound like shattering glass, a high, thin shriek that pierces through the damp wool of your coat and settles in the marrow of your bones, a cold that is not merely physical but a spiritual erosion, a slow dissolving of the self into the grey, weeping city of London, where the fog rolls in from the Thames like a living thing, a grey beast that swallows the...

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