Eleanor stood at the window of her third-floor flat on Bramble Avenue, watching the rain smear the gaslights into halos of amber and shadow. It had been seven years since she left Prague — seven years of moving from room to room, city to city, always with the same valise, the same name she half-forget, the same silence she could never fill.
The flat belonged, technically, to a landlady named...
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