The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in London did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones and the sky, turning the city into a smudge of wet stone and iron. Inspector Silas Thorne stood in the center of the empty room in Whitechapel, his back to the door, his hands clasped behind him in a posture that suggested not authority but a terrible, rigid...

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