The Wistful Incense

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Whitehall district into a slick, mirrored abyss reflecting the cold, unblinking faces of the stone lions guarding the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Sergeant Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the atrium, his uniform damp and clinging to his ribs like a second, ill-fitting skin,...

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