The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain had been falling on the soot-blackened bricks of the city for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the gaslight into a smeared halo on the wet cobblestones, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that Arthur Penhaligon stood at the threshold of his own home, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the street below travel up...

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