The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a fine, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of the townspeople’s coats, creating a perpetual state of humid suspension. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his study, the glass fogged by the heat of the radiator, watching the water bead and slide down the pane in slow, viscous trails. He was a...

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