The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in London did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the city, a thick, grey, industrial sigh that settled into the marrow of our bones and the very cobblestones of Whitechapel, where the gas lamps hissed their eternal, yellow warning against the encroaching dark. I walked these streets not as a citizen, nor as a tourist, but as a ghost who had forgotten he was dead, a man composed...

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