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... hat stained the cobblestones and refused to dry. Umbrellas snapped in the wind, and the gaslights flickered as if they mourned something unseen. Those who lived near Hollowgate Bridge had long since learned not to go out when the rain turned metallic. Not after the bodies began to surface.
Evelyn Blackmoor stood beneath a broken awning, coat soaked, staring at a smear of crimson washing into the gutter. This one was fresh. A man in a conductor’s uniform, eyes wide open, mouth frozen in a ...
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