The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s coat and seeped into the bone-deep chill of the November afternoon, turning the cobblestones of the industrial district into slick, treacherous mirrors that reflected the soot-stained facades of the factories and the weary, hollow-eyed figures of the workers who moved through...

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