The Faded Apartment

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Blackwell Lane into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslight in trembling, golden pools. Arthur Thorne stood at the window of his cramped office in the Municipal Enforcement Bureau, watching the water streak down the glass in erratic, weeping lines. He was a man of fifty, his face a map of deep, unyielding lines...

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