The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that obscured the jagged skyline of London, turning the city into a sketch of its former self. In the high, cold office of Inspector Elias Thorne, the air smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that had become indistinguishable from the dampness seeping into the bones of every man who worked the night shift at Scotland...

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