The Wistful Skyline

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Arthur Pendelton stood on the roof of the old printing works in Shoreditch, his hands deep in the pockets of his wool coat, watching the London skyline bleed into evening. The sky was the colour of tarnished silver, and the skyline—those glass towers in the City, the brick chimneys of East London, the distant spire of St Paul's—swam in the heat haze rising from tarmac and hot asphalt. He had...

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