The Wistful Witness

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The rain in London that November did not fall so much as it hung, a cold, gray curtain that turned the gaslights into smeared halos on the wet cobblestones, and I stood before the new Albion Exchange, a monolith of glass and steel that seemed to swallow the sky, my hands trembling not from the chill but from the terrifying, silent presence I could see only in the reflections of the tower’s...

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