The Faded Portrait

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The fog in the city did not merely obscure; it consumed. It rolled in from the harbor, a thick, gray wool that swallowed the gaslights and the iron scaffolding of the new bridges, leaving the streets of London suspended in a limbo of damp silence. Arthur Penhaligon moved through it with the deliberate, heavy steps of a man who had already lost the fight against his own lungs. He was a private...

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