The Distant Legend

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The fog in London did not merely obscure; it erased. It was a wet, grey eraser dragged across the canvas of the city, smudging the gaslights into halos and the cobblestones into a slick, uncertain memory. Arthur Penhaligon walked through it with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who had forgotten how to hurry. He was a detective, though not of the sort who solved crimes with logic and...

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