The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in London did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, grey mist that clung to the skin like a second, unwelcome layer of flesh, turning the cobblestones of Whitechapel into slick, dark mirrors that reflected nothing but the low-hanging clouds and the soot-stained brickwork of the surrounding tenements. Arthur Vane stood beneath the awning of a closed chandler’s shop, his hands...

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