The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old industrial quarter into slick mirrors that reflected the gaslight in trembling, fractured gold. Arthur Penhaligon walked with a limp that had become his second identity, a rhythmic thud against the wet pavement that matched the hollow beating of his heart. He was a man who had spent the last decade chasing shadows, a...

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