The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One The East End hummed with the low, grinding frequency of industry, a sound that settled into the bones before the light ever reached the street. Coal slopped from the barges into the dark, wet gutters, and the air tasted of soot and wet wool. I stood at the mouth of the narrow lane, my hand gripping the rusted barrel of the old bird gun, watching the snow begin to fall in heavy,...
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