The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the low, soot-stained brickwork. Inside the tenement on Harrow Lane, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy atmosphere that seemed to press against the windows from the outside. Arthur Penhaligon...
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