The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in so much as it was exhaled by the earth itself, a thick, gray exhalation that swallowed the cobblestones of Blackfriars and rose to choke the gaslights, turning the streets into a labyrinth of suspended breath where the distinction between the solid world and the spectral mist became a matter of mere suggestion. Professor Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his...

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