The Wistful Skyline

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Struan Kirkwood stood in the doorway of the tenement, his boots caked in the red mud of the Highlands, holding the pension form that smelled of damp wool and old sweat. He was thirty-four, an inspector by trade, and his father was dying in the room behind him, whispering names that had never existed. The air in the hallway was heavy with boiled cabbage and coal dust, a physical weight that...

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