The Faded Guest
The fog in the district of Blackfriars did not rise so much as it accumulated, a slow, viscous accumulation of coal smoke and river damp that settled into the pores of the skin and the lining of the lungs until one felt less like a man walking through the city and more like a specimen being slowly pickled in the air itself, a preservation of the present moment against the rot of time. Arthur...
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