The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in London did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by the weight of the city, a cold, industrial sheet that blurred the gaslight into trembling halos. I stood in the antechamber of the Imperial Palace, my coat stiff with damp, waiting for the Master of Ceremonies to acknowledge my presence. I was Elias Thorne, a clockmaker from the soot-choked yards of Whitechapel, and...

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