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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that turned the grey brick of the city into a blurred watercolor, erasing the sharp edges of the world until everything seemed to dissolve into a uniform, damp hum. In the basement office of the Municipal Bureau of Sanitary Compliance, Julian Vane sat alone, the only light coming from the flickering tube above his desk, which...
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