The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that turned the streetlamps into diffuse, weeping halos of amber and gold, and it was into this damp, clinging mist that Margaret Holloway stepped off the train at dawn, her luggage heavy with the dust of three years and her mind heavier with the silence that had swallowed her brother. She was not a detective by...

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