The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a grey, viscous fluid that coated the cobblestones of the Whitehall district in a sheen of oil and sorrow. Captain Arthur Sterling stood on the balcony of the Ministry of Internal Security, his hand resting on the iron railing until the cold bit through the wool of his cuff. He watched the streets below, where the gas lamps...

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