The Pale Shadows
The rain was not falling so much as it was being poured from the sky in thick, grey sheets, a relentless industrial drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Blackfriars into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the gaslight and the soot-stained brickwork of the warehouse district, and I was standing in the middle of it, my boots soaking through, my hands raw and bleeding from where I had been...
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