The Wistful Witness

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The cellar door slammed shut with a finality that shook the dust from the rafters, sealing Arthur Penhaligon in the dark. The air was thick, smelling of damp stone and the copper tang of fear. He was the Inspector, a man whose life had been a long, grey audit of other people’s sins, but here, in the belly of the industrial age, he was merely flesh. Above him, the gears of the mill ground on, a...

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